The Gate

The gateway to the public mind has been heavily guarded since it opened for the first time at the garden. Without votes or announcements wardens we’re posted on the wall each with a spy glass made of silver and engraved with the texture of scales. The lines of dreams are long and stretch so far […]

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Purpose

One day in the distant future when every remaining form of life is a planet sized collective consciousness. They’ll be able to buy science kits at the store for their kids, and they’ll come with  cheap microscopes that break the second time they use them. The experiment in the kit will be to grow their […]

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Crowd Of The Wronged

The entertainment on the screen sells the ice cubes in the drinks, and the ice cubes in the drinks water things down. Look at them sit on their piles of corpses. Take a moment and stare at the height of their towers. Is this not the great progress, we’ve described for so long, and do […]

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Dreaming Of Insomniacs

Her leg hangs off the side of the bed while the alarm clock on her dresser resets itself to a flashing twelve. She is dreaming about a day from her past when a boy was sitting behind her in class playing with her hair. He is thinking about her too and the fog that their […]

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Proximity

Everything is together but the notebooks are full of loose pieces of paper that gradually fall further away from their initial importance. The drinking fountains are full of crumbs that swell to exaggerated sizes blocking the drain, and provide a less appealing view for those lining up to get a drink. In the mornings they […]

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Continuity

The small trees they planted, to try and regrow the shade, bend like plastic straws in the heavy gusts from the East. They waste time playing chess on back porches that line up almost exactly with the arguments they have about what makes them angry. New organs are dropped on door steps by hovering drones, […]

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Voluntary Wilderness

Unlocking doors with chicken bones, and the man who sits under the archway with his dead eyes tells people who talk to him that he used to spend his nights walking the streets; beating people up for their money. Sleeping in passenger seats of cars is becoming a new standard for people. Wanderers who wear […]

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