The Great Gatsby

The Great Gatsby

Most of the big shore places were closed now and there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of a ferryboat across the Sound. And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here...
Damned If I Do

Damned If I Do

Epigenesis “What are you doing?” the trout asks. “I’m turning on the heat.” “Leave it off.” Alan Turing does. “My wife is very smart,” he says. He doesn’t look at the fish while he speaks. “She’s...
Four Thousand Weeks

Four Thousand Weeks

You only ever get to feel certain about the future once it’s already turned into the past. Likewise, and despite everything I’ve been saying, nobody ever really gets four thousand weeks in which to live – not only because you might end up with fewer than that,...
The Medusa Frequency

The Medusa Frequency

At three o’clock in the morning Eurydice is bound to come into it. After all, why did I sit here like a telegrapher at a lost outpost if not to receive messages from everywhere about the lost Eurydice who was never mine to begin with but whom I lamented and...
Quantum weirdness isn’t weird

Quantum weirdness isn’t weird

If we accept objects don’t exist… There is a chair in front of me. A nice red wooden chair with four legs, a seat to sit on, a rest to support the sitter’s back. Does this chair exist by itself? Of course it does: it exists regardless of me. But wait: we...