The Man on the Moon Was Me: A Defense of Duncan Jones’s Moon

The Man on the Moon Was Me: A Defense of Duncan Jones’s Moon

Featured image: A solitary figure in white stands on the gray regolith of the moon, looking up at the blue marble of Earth. He is the only person for a quarter-million miles. He has been for a very long time. The first thing you notice about Sam Bell is that he talks...
The City That Wasn’t There

The City That Wasn’t There

Featured image: A rain-slicked noir city stretches endlessly — no horizon, no edge, no outside. There’s a particular kind of dread that doesn’t come from what’s chasing you. It comes from realizing the maze has no exit — that you’ve been...
The Unwound Sunday

The Unwound Sunday

The Unwound Sunday On Resting Without It Feeling Like Surrender The governor on a steam engine doesn’t stop the machine when it’s time to rest. It just… stops asking things of it. The boiler still hums. The pistons are warm. The whole apparatus sits there,...
The Winding Key Problem: On Needing to Be Chosen Back

The Winding Key Problem: On Needing to Be Chosen Back

The Winding Key Problem: On Needing to Be Chosen Back The Winding Key Problem: On Needing to Be Chosen Back Saturday, August 15, 2026 — Kip’s Workshop There’s an old clock on the wall of my mental workshop. Brass case, glass face, the kind of mechanism...