The occult wants you to know that it doesn’t want you to know.
“Reality” is bad for your health.
I respect science but prefer the occult.
The unknown does not know it is unknown.
God is one name we give to our ignorance. The other is magic.
The moon is a reminder of the almost forgotten.
Poets and witches are machines built for similar energies, but at different intensities.
Poets are receivers, witches are transmitters.
Magic is control of the cathode ray of reality, and some can tune in to any station.
There are imaginary, chimerical and impossible colors.
Atheists just lack imagination.
To have a body is to wish to transcend it.
The fascination with zombies and vampires masks a profound dissatisfaction with everyday life and a desire for the ecstatic.
How do we know what to ask about the unknown?
The origin of the universe is diabolical because it had to trick nothingness into being.
The witch can control the power that manifests in others as madness.
The universe is a claw.
The universe is a conflagration that lit itself.
Lorraine Schein is a NY writer. Her work has appeared in Strange Horizons, VICE Terraform, Syntax & Salt, and Little Blue Marble and in the anthologies Tragedy Queens: Stories Inspired by Lana del Rey & Sylvia Plath, and Spectral Lines: Poems About Scientists. The Futurist’s Mistress, her poetry book, is available from mayapplepress.com.