Bracketing
those dead to us, delineating the forms and histories of our desires, in a
breath, in tears, in the pattern two opposing collections of striation compose
in the catalytic reaction of palm to palm, all physics are bent, and all probabilities,
all convenient presuppositions and extrapolations of futures not yet lived
are erased: all we have is now, this moment, this beautiful, fragile moment,
and
broken,
the third and final installment of the silverthought trilogy by Paul
Evan Hughes, is the shattered, non-linear depiction of the author's struggle
to make amends for the war-torn realities he has written into existence. Equal
parts enemy and An End, broken merges the rich, horrifying
universes of the previous installments of silverthought into one cohesive
transgression.
Readers
of enemy and An End will recognize characters and places from
those stories thrust into a new war within the author's collapsing mind. Part
love letter, part handbook for the apocalypse, and part confession, the lines
between good and evil, love and hate, and reality and dream blur to a hesitant
gray. There are no easy answers to the recurring questions: Why Seattle? What
internal mathematics, what broken calculus, defines the boundaries of our
sanity? How can we so easily destroy that which we love the most? broken
is an extended meditation on how the way we walk through life brings into
existence countless universes of uncertain design and the silver latticework
that binds us across pasts and futures. Where does the fiction end and reality
begin?
Speculative
fiction, metafiction, transgressive fiction... broken is a fragile
narrative that defies definition and cuts to the heart.
i
am silver, weaponized silver, humanized silver. i am
midsagittal
plane breached
it's spread into
ready lesioning probe on my
physiologic confirmation of the target location
initial pass in three
two
