A Never Ending Story

Broken pieces of the moon

…Pitiful symphonies defined each and every liberation. The frequency of dejected, lonely souls haunted Reuben Remus as he tried to sleep, and yet Terra remained cutoff from him. Within the vacuum of those lonely nights Reuben Remus found despair. He cut holes in his own heart, condemning himself in a show of repentance; shedding away former joys he sought to pay for each soul he had…

“… Terra trusted that gravity would resolve the remainder of her task. And so it did… She kept Callimachus calm during that six-story free fall, providing his mind with the same weightlessness that his body was experiencing. The fantastic conclusion of Callimachus’s life — the crashing of symbols — the unity of free-falling flesh and bone with that of Volkswagen and passenger: i.e., Sergeant…

There is always time for rewrites… Here is the updated history of a young Reuben Remus.

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“It was 1918 – war’s end – time to rebuild.

The resurgence of intellectualism reinvigorating Poland attracted Benjamin and Martha Remus to the Mokotòw district of Warsaw, where Benjamin Remus was offered a position at the National Library of Poland. They made a home there, situated amongst parks,…

With respect to god Major Faust and Sergeant Richter removed the Remus family from the pages of their own history book, stealing away their faces, and the faces of fathers and mothers that lived before them, so the Clematis Ballroom might take upon the anonymity of any person passing by. In that, they passed along the title to Benjamin Remus’s home, and the surreal terrarium that had formed…

Rumors from the City of Babylon; circa 589 a.d.

“Turn right when the North star falls behind a concrete cloud. How many paces you must walk from there is decided by god. Listen closely. Even god’s guidance is obscured by the dead voices that rise from desert sands. Those lost travelers just want your company. Do not sympathize with them. Ignore them. For they were never in god’s grace.

There…

The body of – – – – – –

“You seek answers to a question you do not fully understand,” seethed the darkness from within Father Bellemare. “Could this be a question of religion, and, subsequently, an answer of Faith? Yes, I think so!” — the sonorous boom of that dark laughter shook the floorboards — “Which would put you at the mercy of mine blessing — of my nurturing nature.” Every word he spoke seemed to roll off a…

From heaven to hell, so the story goes

“…Reuben Remus mowed deeper into Ustronie. Abandoned buildings began to show through the foliage. Broken wood splinetered out, fallen brick walls piled under the grass, houses hung from the tops of gigantic pine trees, and the Gryfino Forest continued to circle about him. Ustronie was starved and beaten. The demoralization turned contagious, and as Reuben Remus looked upon the extent of his…

“… They departed for Paris without first saying farewell to the colossal, spiraling pine trees that guarded their path. Juno searched for the creases — they were everywhere, after all — and once she had found one she simply peeled away that fabric of reality, as if the world were no more than a two-dimensional sheet of paper. With one step they had traversed a thousand acres. How? Well, to…