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An ornery ocean batters the trunk of a vacant lighthouse. It sits atop a craggy escarpment —overlooking the nocturnal horizon.
The flicker of a large ship’s steering light can be seen at the skyline’s edge.
It navigates using GPS.
— Bastian Espada
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“No kinder season have you brought me, than this one before your expiration,” Luna said to Sol, “for your arms now stretch, at the billiard hour.”
“And yet I curse the fates, my dear moon. For it's only now that mine core's hydrogen has been made vacant, and I stare death in the face, that I can finally embrace, your sweet silver skin.”
“Perish your bitter rumination, my dear star— for we are to become as one. Dust to dust and gas to gas, forevermore in the vast expanse.”
Sol smiled.
Luna Smiled.
Billions of living things on earth screamed in terror.
— Bastian Espada
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“I love the smell of mushrooms and onions.”
“Huh, never tried that dish.”
“Oh, not because of food. That’s how my boyfriend’s armpits smell.”
— Bastian Espada
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“I aimed for the moon, ended up hitting the stars.”
“…”
“Then the stars got angry, ‘tarted looking for me, give me the ol’ one-two.”
“…”
“So I had to hide, ya know? Found this place.”
“…”
“Look, I’m sorry for secretly moving into your attic and living here for the past couple of years. Let’s start over alright? The name is John, glad to meet ya.”
— Bastian Espada
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“I do think fear is a seasonal thing,” the woman said.
“How so?”
“You see, when Halloween rolls around everyone is oh-so-scared of clowns.” She lit a cigarette and uncrossed her legs. “Yet once October is over, they vote them into office.”
— Bastian Espada
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“What an absurd creature!” the disciple, a pebble, exclaimed.
“Indeed,” said the sensei— a pointy rock. “It spends it’s entire life fighting two fights: one to overcome entropy, and another one to convince itself that this is possible.”
— Bastian Espada
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“For all the things I know, for all the things I see, I still haven’t figured out, how to set myself free.”
“You know, most candidates just say they have a passion for project management.”
— Bastian Espada
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In the corner of an icy— tenebrous— prison cell, there’s a brightened nook.
Within a fuzzy inquisitive critter, enjoys the company of a tiny book.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak!”
It really seems to be having a grand old time.
— Bastian Espada
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“You know, philosophy is kinda useless.”
“Well I think that's a fascinating epistemological proposition, tell me more.”
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Mama bear and her cub have been paddling for three days straight. Last year she swam three times that distance before she found solid ice.
The cub’s forelimbs seize, it growls, gargles and sinks.
Mama bear glances behind her, then keeps paddling.
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