Author Archives: Scott Alexander

Together, we can build a better America, colonize it, and use the old one for raw materials and target practice. — Steven Kaas January 30, 1981 Camp David, Maryland I. The song goes: Who can retell The things that befell … Continue reading →

You don’t truly understand necromancy if you can’t explain it to your great-great-great-grandmother. — Steven Kaas Evening, May 12, 2017 Mojave Desert I. California shifted around us. Plains, then mountains, then taller mountains sloping down at last into a mind-boggling … Continue reading →

Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy Do you hear what I hear Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy, Do you hear what I hear A song, a song, high above the trees With a voice as big as … Continue reading →

May 12, 2017 Los Angeles Over the centuries she had fallen in love with the place. A narrow plain, sunny three hundred days a year, blooming with poppies, watered by little rivers snaking out of arroyos in the nearby mountains. … Continue reading →

May 12-13, 2017 Pacific Ocean I. James Belowdecks was the crew quarters. Ana didn’t expect her own room and didn’t get it. Her berth had four beds: one for her, three others for James, Lin, and Tomas. Her bed was … Continue reading →

St. Francis saw above him, filling the whole heavens, some vast immemorial unthinkable power, ancient like the Ancient of Days, whose calm men had conceived under the forms of winged bulls or monstrous cherubim, and all that winged wonder was … Continue reading →