ORBIS: a circle, a ring, a sphere. It is Xenophanes’ one god, Plato’s geometric perfection, Aristotle’s unmoved mover, Ptolemy’s concentric orbits, Dante’s divine cosmology, Pascal’s infinite sphere, Blake’s fearful symmetry, Einstein’s space-time manifold.
Orbis Tertius is a fictitious planet in a Borges story. A Third World. It is the library of Babel, an endless labyrinth devised and deciphered by men, a garden of forking paths. Cyberspace. A world numberless technicians tweak in patient obscurity, of which I am but one, and ORBIS is my fiction.
StickSlip finished his Ph.D. in Texas and Florida on nanotribology–the study of friction, wear, and lubrication at the molecular scale. He currently works as a staff scientist in Illinois.
He collects vinyl records from the psychedelic, glam, punk, and post-punk era; currently reads The History of Herodotus; is hooked on Law and Order SVU while cooking Italian seafood dishes; lives for conversations.