Great writing, made with care, unites people, and I had the delight of publishing an abundance of it aboard our Orion’s Belt starship.

The other noises are less trivial.

The door was nothing special, the wood plastered with ash

If I had to articulate one quality above all that modern media tends to lack, it is a sense of mystery.

Save me my wings, little daughter.

Anyone can catch a crescent moon.

There’s a reality where I save you, at the start.

When ochre mists descend, my grandparents ascend

It connects the present with the past and makes a promise to the future.

Simply because a utopia is not directly, easily replicable in the world does not make it superficial.

Yet the branches still strain for sunlight

The wind will break your heart, just as it broke all our hearts. But that’s why you’re here.

Start by chopping the onions.

he dreamt of green sunlight

The world of Bebop is an agnostic one, without any palpable cosmic order or cohesion.

The door, open and welcoming, leaks steadily onto the desk.

His loss is deeply felt, and yet his phantasmal presence still exists.

Names do not rise from nothing.

I asked the dragon why he was here and not home, and he said it was because he could no longer see where he was flying.

When art succeeds, it casts light on the world as it is, in all its shades and complexities, socially and psychologically.