The more I deep dive into the oldest of stories, the more I understand this simple truth: life does not start where it’s safe. All of the interesting things, the really impossible, incredible changes start at the edges. Maybe it’s a tiny edge. Maybe it’s a big philosophical cliff. But it’s there that things start getting interesting.
Honestly, I think Queer Nature puts it better than I could (and I have to admit, I love their term “dreampunk”: