The rotting houses around my home are gone, replaced by piles of debris. The machinery of demolition has done its work, and now there is just the endless shuffling of the machinery of collection. Thundering along the narrow alley with construction dumpsters, scooping, filling, and swapping one out for the next... Fine particles have wafted through ( Read more... )

I definitely need to stop reading in the post-apocalypse genre for a little while. Had a bizarrely terrible dream this morning ( Read more... )