You’re Fucked Forever

A solitary tree sits on a dreamlike plain, cut through by a ribbon of water or something entirely stranger. Splatters of color and hints of

Several landscapes melt into one another, mountains and lakes and strange outcroppings near the rising sea. Lying prone, a female figure melts into the seafoam

It is the Strange Times, and every single person on the planet, even the boring ones, is unspeakably, unknowably WEIRD. You can read more about

One figure fishes while another sits in contemplation, they overlap but do not interact. The vast sea is overlaid with mysterious creatures and visions of

Joan of Arc being feisty as always, with the soldiers of the Warsaw Uprising behind and modern protesters at the fore. There’s some splatters and

“The Future is Getting Out of Hand” Broken gears and abstract cyber nonsense over a star field with some hints of Lovecraftian nonsense — it’s