Table of Contents | 20 March 2017
The water encompassing me is dark and clear. The simulacrum fills it with enzymes, reducing its viscosity dramatically. The liquid stops resisting my movements. I float freely inside the abdominal cavity of the simulacrum and the beam of light from my headlamp doesn't find anything to reflect from. And then they come. The stars.
By: Hanuš Seiner
Podcast read by: Anaea Lay
Translated by: Julie Nováková
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Hanuš Seiner's "Terra Nullius."
Ground of blood and mother’s wails, the rush / of suited skeletons, lining to their next daily death
After a really good sermon we refuse to be the flip side to evil, the entangled reaction to injustice, the monster or the fool.
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