There’s a cockroach in my apartment. It scuttled beneath the washing machine before I left for work this morning and in the time I’ve gone, it’s grown three times the size. It’s spawned miraculously, and now there are hundreds of cockroaches, spilling from my cabinets every time I open them. It’s laid eggs in the…
“I don’t believe you’re real,” I say to her. She laughs, then blows softly into my eyes. I have to blink. When I open them again she’s still there. “See? I’m as real as you are,” she says. We lay there in bed for hours facing each other, me under the covers, her on top….
We find each other on the road towards the failing Span. The sky is still golden here, every star, every path and confluence a part of the greater whole. We each recall, together and apart, when our own skies seemed this indomitable. And each of our backs bend in empathy beneath the weight of gold….
Ruth is slaughtering lava gremlins when her solar bank beeps. Low voltage warning. She clicks thrice, and her 8-bit rapier pokes the boss into a spray of orange pixels. She checks her laptop’s wattmeter, then plugs in the powerbike she’s sitting on. “Have no fear, folks. A little haze storm can’t kill the stream.” She…
