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There are a million possible futures to choose from and I don't believe any of them are right. Too stubborn to look back and too afraid to move forward, the ground beneath me gently crumbles and gives way. Mud bubbles through and I start to sink in it. I shut my eyes and the world becomes still, time stops and we're all trapped in it. There is no ( Read more... )

The sun is in the north, glaring down at the smoke stacks surrounding signal tree. Light flickers in the distance, tearing open the sky in jagged arcs. Old, stubborn machinery heaves to life, defiant until the very last glimmers. In the friscalating dusklight, their smoldering pyres call out for the death of paradigm. War has flown in on the breath ( Read more... )