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Dogs at the Salt Flats - Poem
Dogs stands at the edge of the salt flats
At the edge of no tomorrows
You Don't Belong Here: A Response to 'NaissanceE'
Far back in history, we built great machines. Boulevards, towers, and factories to pull humanity from the dirt and lift it to the stars. Gradually at first, but then faster and faster, accelerating to the point of whiplash. The body broke while progress continued onward. Always better, always further.
And this is the world you stand in now. A world built for you.
But one you do not belong in.
You're a Bad Liar: A Response to 'Dead Man's Letters'
“All preventable, all foreseen, yet perhaps all inevitable.”
Something different for me: I’ve written a piece musing on themes taken from the film ‘Dead Man’s Letters’. A 1986 Soviet post-apocalyptic drama directed by Konstantin Lopushansky.
We often look to children as beacons of innocence and, against our best interests, ignorance. Believing that they can’t possibly understand the world and have yet to learn their place in it. Are we wrong?
Once Organic Stone
Lining the walls hung the skulls of creatures long forgotten, their gaze meeting mine.
I recognized some, silhouettes that traced a line to memories of photographs that I marveled at as a child. Others could very well be other worldly in their origin, their shapes giving little hint to function or behaviour.
Storming the Palace
Mighty beasts of ancient stature stalk the halls, their forms comprised of designs ever fluctuating.
By the light of one room the bust of a lion may perch upon the carapace of a crustacean born from the depths.
Yet by the glow of a dying candle may glint fangs of a wolf protruding from the bulk of a boar.
Only the eyes would suggest these creatures were one in the same.
Dark voids ever famished.
Little Left (Creative Writing)
My feet don’t travel so my mind does, with little regard or respect for what surrounds it….
Starting some daily-ish writing & also today's cartoon
Starting some quick daily writing for practice:
A hollow glance to the left. I believe for a second that I am aware. But straight back to my reflection. Do I actually meet people’s gaze? Or do I just catch my own in the mirror….