When Marilyn Monroe got out of the game, I wrote something like, "Southern
California's special horror notwithstanding, if the world offered nothing, nowhere to support or make bearable whatever her private grief was, then it is that world, and not she, that is at fault."
Why should things be easy to understand?
Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
My belief is that "recluse" is a code word generated by journalists... meaning, "doesn't like to talk to reporters."
Perhaps history this century, thought Eigenvalue, is rippled with gathers in its fabric such that if we are situated, as Stencil seemed to be, at the bottom of a fold, it's impossible to determine warp, woof, or pattern anywhere else.
He had decided long ago that no Situation had any objective reality: it only existed in the minds of those who happened to be in on it at any specific moment.
A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now.
This ascent will be betrayed to Gravity. But the Rocket engine, the deep cry of combustion that jars the soul, promises escape. The victim, in bondage to falling, rises on a promise, a prophecy, of Escape....