Even when there’s a murderer in the doorway, teenage problems are still problems.
If our imagination is wild enough and our compassion strong enough to invent radioactive kittens that will protect future generations, what other innovations might we create?
In Hallmark, my worst fears never wrote the ending.
If arsenic is a woman’s weapon—whether to kill others or to beautify oneself—Lively’s character embraces the poison.
For those who shout down ignorance even past the point of no return, who know we are less than two minutes from midnight and continue anyway.
“According to Ptolemy, “Saturn will generally produce cold in the bowels, excessive phlegm, rheumatism, emaciation, sickliness, … [and/or] cough.” Seems about right.
Maybe it’s an overindulgence in fantasy that makes all jewelry feel slightly magic.
Eve is a bit like radium—taken from the father, who was taken from the earth. A byproduct. Twice derivative.
Silicon is, I think, a good standard-bearer for the present, because it reminds us that the abstract and the concrete are always intertwined.
