“There is disease in the inkwell; there is venom in the water. Our tracts are written in blood; there is poison on our pages. We write to love, we write to kill. We write. We transcribe. We read. We speak. We sing. We pontificate. Is anyone listening?”
“The Nihil Nation Manifesto” at MungBeing. A thousand word excerpt from Instrument, a longer piece that I ran through the Strange Horizons Workshop last summer. Er, “that I subjected my fellow participants to” might be better phrasing.
Anyway, Instrument needs some more space to breathe and it might actually be the framework of a novel. So, while that percolates, I offer you this bit of the headspace wherein Instrument lives.