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Jack Pendarvis Talks to Himself

He’s sawing—I can’t tell what he’s sawing. There’s some greenery interceding.

My Airport: LCG

An escape hatch, and a friendly doorway back home

Back to the Age of Political Strongmen

The incoherence is the point

Myriam Gurba Is Not an AI

Her new essay collection, 'Creep', is the real thing