Star Trek (S1)
The Walking Dead
Go Down, Moses by William Faulkner
“It’s time, isn’t it? The black stars. Black stars rise. I know what happens next. I saw you in my dream. You’re in Carcosa now. With me. He sees you. You’ll do this again. Time is a flat circle.”
We sit for a while in silence. “It’d would be bad for you in the arena, wouldn’t it? Knowing all the others?” I ask.
"Oh, I think we can count on it being unbearable wherever I am.” He nods at the bottle. “Can I have that back now?”
Sophie Turner for Tatler UK