Five Miniatures, by Miles Klee
It is estimated that, at this moment, our universe contains a grand total of ten planets capable of supporting life. How the other nine have resolved the problem is not a question we care to address.
Miles introduced me to someone as “a tortured writer,” so a friend of his and I colluded around half-damning titles for Miles. I initially came up with “Miles Klee, compromised by drugs.” Now I think it might be “Miles Klee, he dreads spaces.”
Cool Modest Mouse song.