In a hypothetical post-apocalyptic world, an archeologist stumbles upon an artifact from the distant past. Our present.
A little poem about what love is—and isn’t. Enjoy!
What used to be “entertainment” has become background noise. It’s everywhere, it’s plentiful, and it’s effortless. Instead of being something to do that adds value to our scarce free time, entertainment is becoming a generic mind-filler when we’ve got nothing better to do.
A snap fiction story about magic curses, loving sacrifice, and something to do with moonhounds.
In my home, there are paraphernalia that are of no worth whatsoever to anyone but me. They take up space in my house and in my mind, and offer precious little practical value in return. But throw them away I will not.