I am weary of days and hours,

Blown buds of barren flowers,

Desires and dreams and powers

And everything but sleep.

"The Garden of Proserpine"

by Algernon Charles Swinburne

January 2020

Adam threw himself into his office chair, and Lincoln followed, lingering just inside the door. The briefing with POTUS hadn't gone well. Everyone was terrified of Hydra-1 and everything it represented.

"Dr. Kennedy at the CDC is doing ...