Eventually there came a more pressing concern: Wendell had to go to the bathroom. Certain primal, physical needs were good at boxing in loose strands of thought, or just passing through them altogether, piloting through the asteroid belt of Wendell’s mind and diffusing to the parts of his brain that made him stand up, walk to the bathroom, open the door, lift the seat. Some actions are beyond theory. When a volcano is erupting, no one tries to figure out whether a tectonic shift or mantle plume caused it. They’re too consumed by fear of its output. This is what Wendell’s galaxy of anti-psychotics had reduced him to: a gastrointestinal Pompeii.
Dave will be performing his work at WORMS on March 16.
Awesome! Star Hoppers was actually a collaborative story that many people, including me, wrote in installments. Here's the URL for the whole thinger: http://starhoppers.wordpress.com/star-hoppers-start-page/
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