June 16 – 20, 2025
- The semicolon is in decline
- Keith Woodhouse considers the future of climate fiction
- Aaron Rosenberg revisits The Inheritors
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“A young boy climbs a riverbank. He steps onto a railway bridge. He is twelve years old. He kneels down, under a harsh sun, and puts his ear to the track. The track does not vibrate. There is no train approaching around the bend on the other side of the river.”
“The Factory is still deserted. I’m a small body in a large building. My hands are unwrapped now. I thought it was worse. These are just beer-filled blisters.”