He has anger the magnitude of a century wracked with oppression and suppression and hell. He is built just right, not too small not to be taken seriously in a fight, not too large to stand out in this crowd. He is lean but pure muscle, and can theoretically tackle a bear when needed. He…

My name is Dumas Chang and I have a tricky relationship with time. I’m hopelessly multiracial. I have a condition, I have a seeing gene. And by seeing gene I don’t mean clairvoyance or a knack for photography. By seeing gene I mean I can see through people, and time. I can see things that…

A Letter All love is unrequited. All of it. ~ J. Michael Stracyznski Hindi ito ang huling bagay na hindi mo pa alam tungkol sa akin. But this was the closest I ever got to understanding the beauty and terror of what you have been fighting for. Somewhere along the course of these crazy events,…

And Now, The Probable End “He really did it,” Nirvana told Keebs. “He said he would.” “Did you know when you met him that he was like this?” “That he was insane?” Keebs laughed. “I knew he was different.” “He told me not to worry. But he wasn’t talking about the kid.” Nirvana’s eyes filled…

We are who we are. Ultimately this is the most crushing truth, and yet the most liberating. Dante Bustamante has figured out in almost two decades what most of humanity still struggles with every single moment of every day. In their thoughts about the future, their inclinations tainted by experiences past, their temptations and yielding, their…

The kagluyag crave the perfect storm. My name is Ramon, Nephilim Reeve for this scattered archipelago, world-weary overseer of these centuries’ affairs. I take no sides. Our parents came here when the human race was young and impressionable. They gushed over our ancestors’ knowledge and magic and art  and asked to be consumed by them,…

There now, the legitimacy of these visions assaulted me like a trusting wife suddenly and rudely aware of a cheating husband. Sex on the matrimonial bed. There it is. As plain and surreal as mental pictures meeting reality. Even I couldn’t bear it. At the same time it was like walking into a dream. Who…

You know me. I had to experiment. I considered getting online and asking people whether they had ever encountered something like this, but thought this was going to be useful later on. I can try and figure out the thing’s mechanics without the bias of knowing what other people did when they found out. The…

Saturday, 4th floor, BA building. I don’t know what happened between the time we entered the tambayan, totally psyched and committed to studying for Strat and this ultimately peculiar moment where Keebs is pouring blue and yellow glitter over a sceptre drawn using glue and I am conscientiously scanning the tambayan log book entries for…