What We Are
We’re little clusters of bundled energy, buzzing to an imitation of consciousness between birth and death.
The Squatters
Olivia Anderson had recently returned to Bridgeport, Illinois after a year of living in Budapest, and she needed a place to live. She was tired of tugging at the end of her parents’ leash and wanted to choose her own path in life. This meant paying for her own apartment. Her best friend Emma Chase had been earning her own
In Our Absence
The universe was born in our absence. Once a baseball-sized cluster of concentrated energy, it grew into a sprawling neighborhood inhabited by mass and the four great forces. In an endless battle, matter and antimatter collided like mortal enemies to create presence, annihilating each other on contact. Matter won for no clear reason. We still don’t
Déclassé
When she walked into the restaurant a few months ago, she looked like she had just stepped out of a Rolling Stone ad. She was wearing skinny jeans, jump boots laced only half way up, a loose white T-shirt with some vague black logo, and dark-rimmed glasses. She wore a gray fedora tilted on her
From Somewhere Else
Lorna woke up at noon, took a Lamictal for the first time in several days, and dragged herself into the bathroom, nervously wondering what she was about to see. She stared into the mirror and slowly ran her hand over her bald head. She had shaved it the night before in a manic fit because
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No Lives Matter
I walked into a Korean grocery store in Aptos to buy a beach towel. A leathery skinned man, probably in his 50s, was asking the woman behind the counter something about the sandwiches in the cooler. He wore a tight yellow bathing suit nestled between his spindly legs and bloated stomach, and he had a