The Archives was the fever dream of a second-grader with a box of crayons and an architectural CAD program. It was a library built by M. C. Escher and furnished by Salvador Dali; it defied description and taste and possibly some of the tenets of Euclidean geometry. It was the heart and soul of The Center.
There was no reply, but a few moments later, they heard a frustrated grunting noise, followed by the muted thud of footsteps. A woman strode through the doorway, blew past Noble like a subway car gone express, and sat at the table. “Hi, Becca,” Noble said.
This list will be updated on an ongoing basis as new, great band names are discovered. You are welcome and encouraged to submit your own suggestions in the comments section!
The picture shows how I felt at the start of this year: exhausted, nestled warmly and comfortably in the sand, hiding under a blanket from the enormity of the sky and the sea…
There was a protocol for cases like this. She didn’t get the sense he wanted out completely—not that she could’ve granted such a wish. He just wanted a fair shot, and that she could do…for a price…
