This is my favorite Neil Gaiman poem. At least, right now it is.
This is a poem, as Neil puts it, “about the end of the world…or maybe it’s just about paying attention to things.”
Neil Gaiman is one of those people. You know what I mean. He’s brilliant. He writes astounding short AND long fiction. He’s British. In other words, I’m insanely jealous of him.
Behold: a trailer for FORTUNATELY, THE MILK, which was released some time ago, but is now available in paperback.