A Wee Bout.

Scotty’s Edinburgh shore leave comes to an end, 2267.

Hydrogen Times Pi.

The Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence continues…

“Why Did You Wake Me? I Was Dreaming A Fine Bogey Tale.”

“Some day…after I am dead, you may perhaps come to learn the right and wrong of this. I cannot tell you.”

Axis Mundi.

“You know how it is; you put things off for a day and next thing you know, it’s a hundred years later.”

The Demon Drink.

“Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster.”

No Exit.

Sartre was right.

A Tourist In One’s Own City.

The view from Calton Hill.