Excerpt: Orville

Something was terribly wrong. It was the most terrifying wrong that Orville had ever seen. And it was there. Suddenly. Suddenly it was there. In full force, full height, full power. Unstoppable. Inconceivable. It tore a crack into the city. Into the people into the cars the houses the power of one the desire of him the pain of her the damage was unbearable but they had to bear it even if most of them did not even know they did. Most of them went about as always. Did as they were told, thought as they were inspired to, lived as they could. Most of them slept. Others fucked. Others chose whom to fuck. Others suffered being fucked. Others considered suicide but how do you take your life if it was never yours? (...) It was wrong. Something was wrong. The air vomited it. The asphalt transmitted a soft ringing nobody heard because nobody ever looked down only up. Never look down. You might fall. The air was sick of itself. The city shed all its poison slowly to prevent it from happening. It needed its power. Structure. It needed to be what it always was. Orville.