Futurism

My imaginings what the future might hold for humanity. A gift, a curse, and no guarantees it isn’t bullshit…

Dry Dock

An odd time where my house hibernates next to my boyhood home. The driver’s side window staring down into the kitchen like the eye of a great leviathan peering into the past…

Safe and Familiar isn’t an Option

In less than one week, the world will end. Off in the backcountry and hidden along forest roads, even I can’t shake the building tension. A defeatist atmosphere prevails over the formerly United States of America. The election countdown has become a doomsday clock. As that count winds down, half of the country expects the worst…