Life, Post-Apocalypse
There was no apocalypse.
There was a cataclysm, which is remembered more by things than people Now, but it would be absurd to say the world ever ended.
There was a cataclysm, which is remembered more by things than people Now, but it would be absurd to say the world ever ended.
—The world lived on. In fact, the world is thriving!—
The monsters who scavenge remains off landlocked shipwrecks still play at being heroes, not to preserve heroism itself, but to become its living epitaph.
We thus present to you a fairytale, absent a protagonist, which weaves itself together from strands of sublimated memory.
It is a storm left to its own devices: a perpetual motion machine.
It is the result of killing all but want.
We thus present to you a fairytale, absent a protagonist, which weaves itself together from strands of sublimated memory.
It is a storm left to its own devices: a perpetual motion machine.
It is the result of killing all but want.