by Mark Reece | 2 Feb 2022
One Day - Excerpt Language feels tangible to me. When reading, I slip around words like an eel wriggling through an underwater log. My brain is linguistically well-oiled; I read faster than I can comprehend, feeling out of breath when coming to the end of a...
by Mark Reece | 16 Jun 2021
Stockpiling - Excerpt “Idiot,” somebody in the queue behind me muttered, just loud enough for me to hear. I’m indifferent to public opinion. The feeling is so ingrained that I can’t imagine being otherwise. The woman on the till scanned my items very slowly. It...
by Mark Reece | 17 Feb 2021
The Cosmic Jigsaw - Excerpt After going through the procedure for immortality, I became very bored. I spent decades on trivialities that were only a way to pass the time: learning the succession of monarchs, presidents, and emperors around the world, counting the...
by Mark Reece | 10 Sep 2020
Dangerous Objects - Excerpt I’d examined seven thousand, six hundred, and thirty-three pigeons without finding any dangerous objects. Or any objects at all, in fact. In the initial briefing, six months ago, ‘dangerous objects’ had never been defined; to be on the...
by Mark Reece | 10 Sep 2020
Consciousness - Excerpt I never used to daydream whilst I was working. I did not concentrate on what I was doing either, because my job is simple enough to require only dexterity and patience. If anyone had asked what I did during my sixteen hour shifts, I would...
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