Nature calls for an unfathomable number of parallel realities to be co-existing with the one we know so well. Unlike us, one man is not anchored in a singular world. For him, the yawning pit of the spacetime continuum keeps opening up…to Otherearths.
Race Is Space Based
…but now I’m hungry!
My mother was white. My father was black. Does that make me a blight or a whack?