A crowd gathers by ghostly yellow light in the hall of some ancient and enormous cathedral. The text “We danced and drank as the empire fell” floats above them in an old time font with a dark filigree behind. Everywhere a sense of anticipation and cautious hope in the shadow of long suffering.
“Possible is huddling in a dark cave, picking fleas out of each others fur and wishing for bison. Literally everything else humans have accomplished used
A light re-write of an earlier piece, which may or may not have been part of the 2016 nightmare writing, over a background full of
Shadows of a ghostly woman hover over an alpine lake and diminutive waterfall, the blue and green landscape pockmarked with paint splatters. The title text
A lone woman walks in a confusing dark pathway, pillars and graffiti and broken glass and buildings loom everywhere around her, the light to her
Thousands upon thousands of daffodil blooms explode and overlap, shining through the last cold days and welcoming the sun in spring. The title text is
