Some Will Not Sleep: Selected Horrors

The world’s refusal to leave me out of its activities made me consider its destruction. Bring on the wave. Please, the asteroid.

because a cross is not recognised by eyes older than the origin of that symbol.

I thought to myself: this is how civilisation ends. Standards decline, accountability ends, the rule of law is impotent, the thugs take over and do what they will. And those of us softened by convention, courtesy and all the privileges of post-historical freedom are dispossessed, victimised and turned into refugees in our own neighbourhoods and homes.

At fifteen feet the soldier shot off the bereaved husband’s face, along with the top of his head, leaving just the jaw hanging down beneath the spray of black juice, pinkish drops and dusty skull that pattered amongst the dry rocks like an unexpected rain.

I was full of the same crazy feeling that makes me climb oak trees to the very top branches, stare up at the sky and let go with my hands for a few seconds knowing that if I fall I will die. When