I hate and love. Explain that star-crossed pair.
I cannot. That’s my little cross to bear.
Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
Contributed By: Catullus, David Macey
I hate and love. Explain that star-crossed pair.
I cannot. That’s my little cross to bear.
Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
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Thirty years from now, humans will be colonizing far-off planets. Legally dubious clones called expendables will be used for deadly grunt work. And everything else will be, unfortunately, very much the same. Such is the vision of the future in Bong Joon-ho’s sci-fi gonzo adventure Mickey 17, starring Robert Pattison as one of those expendables […]
Queen Maud Gulf, Nunavut, Canada April 28th, 38°F, wind: 15 m.p.h. “You’re the expert, Lydia,” Scott says as they stare out at the expanse of Arctic sea. Where there were supposed to be sleek sheets of ice, there’s now mostly slush. “What now?” Scott’s nose and cheeks are red, a bad mix of cold and […]
I order vodka and seltzer and check my coat. // I look up and meet a pair of eyes; he must know I’m lost. Dizzy.
