We settled into our crooks and niches, comfortable spaces and told stories of the cold Winter, warmed out hands on brazen egos, stoked the fires of our self perception. We didn’t ever think that the cold, dark night that howled itself hoarse outside would want to come in. It did. It wanted to open … Continue reading Crooks & Niches
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Post-Trans-Humanism
You’re going to feel a little pressure. Tell me when you can feel it’s in. Popping through the skin, a mesmerizing drug-like information. That’s how all these wars begin. The process used to be a little more organic, but now we use machines, I see you’re fighting down the panic. This planet’s rife with … Continue reading Post-Trans-Humanism
Free Refills
Setting amber sun gleaming off too much chrome. Worn, vinyl seats, buzzing "DINER" sign and coffee so strong it could carry itself to the table. Last refuge before the desert. Before all thoughts of a previous life are abandoned. The cheeseburger and fries are good, but greasy. Savoured like a condemned man; chewed … Continue reading Free Refills
The People of The Island
When I woke up today, my head was full of strange pictures and my heart yearned for deep, forbidden spaces, long since forgotten by mankind. When my feet first touched the ground, the bedside reminded me of fine, polygonal sand, that stretched out in long ribbons of violet/grey beaches on the shore of some … Continue reading The People of The Island
The Picture in The Hall
A picture of Stonehenge adorned the wall in a hallway of my friend's mother's house. It stood out amongst the family portraits, graduation photos and vacation shots along some sunny beach. It just hung there, inexplicable. A monolith, a mystery. She told us she had never been to England, though she was well-travelled, never had … Continue reading The Picture in The Hall