Fractal is an American village of 100 people. One man named Wilson Corrigan controls 40% of the community’s wealth. Wealth equals assets minus liabilities. Corrigan’s assets are immense. He’s worth billions of dollars. In fact, he owns more wealth than the bottom 90% of the community combined. He oversees all the major businesses and most […]
I wanted to return to some imaginary life based on a collection of unstable memories I thought were real. I would gaze fondly on those memories and dwell in their hazy light, hoping they would do more than flicker in and out of my thoughts like quiet visitors shapeshifting from one identity to another, never
Bright light, whiter than the sun, glittered for an instant before the sound split my ears and I dissolved, my last and only thought that no one would know I had come home. Years later, my daughter paused on a remote sidewalk and stared down at my shadow, which had been seared into the pavement.
The pipes are leaching lead. Heavy metal has bound itself to the body parts of children and will never let go — thousands of lives damaged by the same eternal problem that will be blandly avoided until it visits our neighborhood.
Thought became presence, like a shell on the beach, like the flickering word of a gull under a cold thunder moon. I floated on the blue water, a reliquary of things from the past, dreaming of a moment of conception on a glittering moonlit bay. Picture courtesy of Ceri Dickison.
Political parties exist to secure responsible government and to execute the will of the people. From these great tasks both of the old parties have turned aside. Instead of instruments to promote the general welfare they have become the tools of corrupt interests, which use them impartially to serve their selfish purposes. Behind the ostensible
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