Light on Fire
A romance novel for a future in which the nostalgic looks longingly back at the stability of now. - The Angel of History was the best, before being forced into retirement. Times have changed. Some things we can rely on, like the carnival coming every year. The rest gets weirder by the minute. In his odd way, somewhere between John of Patmos and William Burroughs, the Angel will sort this all out. More
There’s children in this city. Adults too. Ecoterrorists. Animals. Drug-imbibing students. There’s the police, but we’re not sure where. There’s houses, and bicycles. Buses. Coffee shops. Bars, and the people inside them. There’s the handicapped, and there’s the unemployed. There are the quitters, the joiners, the followers, the organizers. There are the suspicions and there are the ideas. There is the carnival, starting in a few days. There is the sun, and the clouds, and the stars. There is the fire. And there is something else. Something we’re not sure about yet. Oh—and there’s the Angel of History. He’s retired. He lives here now. What does he do? Pretty much the same as everyone else. You can go visit him if you want. Yeah, check him out. He likes visitors, actually. He’s a little old though, if you know what I mean. Just go on up. There’s a bus that goes right there from here.