“Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows!, Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money” –...
Fallout opens to the scratch of a needle on vinyl. Strained static chirps and mellow twangs. Some old recordings, you can hear the callouses on the...
‘at the very bottom of life, which seduces us all, there is only absurdity, and more absurdity. And maybe that’s what gives us our joy for...
“I am going to tell you something, little creature. You are swimming further and further out to sea, and beyond are things blind and terrible.” –...