And so it turns out that there are some days where Newt’s life takes on the shape of something long and full and ideal, overrun with detail and decorated with repair work that comes, over time, to look ornamental in the best traditions of his complicated little species on his pretty ocean planet with its nice yellow star and its lonely local neighborhood and its quantum mechanical back door that will always be there, under the water, in the back of his mind.
Like the Twist of a Plot, cleanwhiteroom












