There was a man once who had strange dreams of a black and burnished desolate world, rayless, pathless, blazing, consumed by its own fires, its people falling to brutality and cannibalism, as the sun dimmed red and broiling in the violent skies. Pray that the same dreams don’t visit you in the haunted nights.

In other news, today is Pancake Day, and this is an image of the bottom of my frying pan, in homage both to pancakes and to the artist Christopher Jonassen. 

I also thought that it made a nice planetary companion to Ice Planet.