Inspiration. Right in the Head Hole.
“I bring to you giddy visions of the delicate and spectacular tendrils of narrative and prose that bind our universal consciousness!”
“What the..? Your claws are kind of hurting my scalp…”
“I bring to you giddy visions of the delicate and spectacular tendrils of narrative and prose that bind our universal consciousness!”
“What the..? Your claws are kind of hurting my scalp…”
He’s facing away from me but I can see his profile in the firelight; creased brow, hook nose, stained grey beard. Rage surges up in me…
I loved the idea that exploring the universe didn’t have to be the preserve of heroic characters like Flash Gordon and Luke Skywalker. Any ordinary schmuck could grab a bag and a towel, and thumb a ride to Alpha Centauri or The Restaurant at the End of the Universe…