“If you’ve never read a Paul Jessup short story, imagine you are riding a camel through the desert. Now imagine your camel is suddenly flying, and now that it has grown jet wings and is plunging toward the ocean. In fact, you are now no longer even on a camel, but you can still feel the sand gritting the thin space between your eyelids and your eyes, you can still smell the desert clinging to your nostrils. That is a Paul Jessup short story.”
From Fluffy Bunny of the Apocalypse
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