It’s not just jet lag that gets you otherside. It’s eclipsetime that always messes you up. Ninety minutes of darkness with a black hole cutting through the stars, ringed with a faint dusty annulus. Min-morning if you’re in Atherton, mid-afternoon if you’re in Srendix. And in Feisul-Malabi, it’s right at noon. Outside doesn’t have siesta. […]
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Random thoughts, settings, characters, situations, perhaps leading somewhere