Reflections From The Black Lagoon

Reflections from the Black LagoonBefore they came, I went about my business in pond muck, slurry, roiling soups of particulate matter and anaerobic nits and scooters. I'd been alone for somewhere between 250 million and 260 million years. I'd forgotten the exact date. Our prime had been the Devonian, and we'd been old news by the Permian. We'd become a joke by the Triassic and fish food by the Cretaceous. The Cenozoic had dragged by like the era it was. At some point, I'd looked around and every...