Can you recall just how exactly the tale of Francis Xavier Halloran III came to pass?
Sure. We are all imminently doomed. That’s all we know, the central and telling fact of existence. Forget God. Forget purpose. Forget dignity or even sense. It is over. And if our personal extinction weren’t enough, there is always the really crucial knowledge that the sun will shortly (in three billion years or so) go to red giant phase and fry everything here (if the comet doesn’t wipe us out first). So, what I’m saying is: what exactly is the point of being here in the first place? I understand you’re hard at work on a new collection of short stories, any particular theme or thread to this new collection? In your opinion, should there be some sort of identity that may help differentiate one short story collection from another? Ah. And here we must look above, at answer number 2. I have thirteen new pieces and plan to continue with stories for some months yet. There is no unifying theme to this collection, just as there is no unifying them to any of my previous collections, but the t
