Most Writers Flinch At The Thought Of

Lysenkoism: A Forlorn Attempt Not Merely To Colonize The Botanical Kingdom, But To Instill A Proper Sense Of The Puritan Work Ethic And The Merits Of Self-improvement.

Memories Have Huge Staying Power, But Like Dreams, They Thrive In The Dark, Surviving For Decades In The Deep Waters Of Our Minds Like Shipwrecks On The Sea Bed.

Across The Communication Landscape Move The Specters Of Sinister Technologies And The Dreams That Money Can Buy.

Yet She Felt An Impostor, And Already The Mask Had Begun To Bite Into Her Face.

I Define Inner Space As An Imaginary Realm In Which On The One Hand The Outer World Of Reality, And On The Other The Inner World Of The Mind Meet And Merge. Now, In The Landscapes Of The Surrealist Painters, For Example, One Sees The Regions Of Inner Space; And Increasingly I Believe That We Will Encounter In Film And Literature Scenes Which Are Neither Solely Realistic Nor Fantastic. In A Sense, It Will Be A Movement In The Interzone Between Both Spheres.