“Has any one else had word of him?” Not this tide. For what is sunk will hardly swim, Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.      —“My Boy Jack,” Rudyard Kipling (1915) The starship was old, impossibly old, and covered in flowers. Despite a brisk methane breeze, not a petal nor a stamen of the … Continue reading This Wind Blowing, and This Tide by Damien Broderick