It used to freak me out that I’d never see the back of my own head. Now that I’ve accepted it, I can move on to the house of mirrors.”
— Barbatus the Elder
Month: January 2022
Prosatio Silban and the Game Game
MUCH HAS BEEN WRITTEN OF the nomadic Xao, one of three peoples descended from the Exilic Lands’ original inhabitants. But of their sundered cousins, the forest-dwelling Xai, few tales have been told – and fewer still are those outsiders who…
Pithyism #001010
SOMETIMES, THE TERM “ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE” is just a cover for genuine stupidity.
Prosatio Silban and the Wicked Stage
DESPITE ITS GENERAL ALLURE, IMMORTALITY isn’t necessarily suitable for everyone. “To the point: You shall live forever as the centerpiece of my next theatrical work, The Cook For Any Price; or, A Delicious Wage,” Amaeus Tozar said, raising his yava-mug…
Eulogy
NOT WITH A BANG BUT a failed vote.
Prosatio Silban and the Poet’s Souvenir
SOMETIMES, THE MOST RANDOM OF encounters can also be the most memorable. Prosatio Silban was driving his galleywagon high on the switchback road between Mountainfoot and Overlook, and passing the time by whistling selections from Orcio Phatar’s famous musical suite,…
Quintessence (A Prosatio Silban Amuse Bouche)
“WHAT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT element of the Perfect Meal?” someone once asked Prosatio Silban. “The company,” came his reply. “But cannot one have a perfect meal by oneself?” his inquisitor persisted. The cook-errant thought for a moment. “Only if…
Prosatio Silban and the Counting Time
IT WAS AS BEAUTIFUL, BREEZY, and otherwise uneventful a day as any in the Three Cities and Thousand Villages of the Uulian Commonwell, save for one particular: the long queues of people, in every settlement of any size, waiting their…
Pithyism #80
THE OLDER I GET, THE older “old” gets — and the younger “young” seems.