1827 called and wants this report back. This was during the removal period where Indigenous folk were forced from their homelands to “Indian territory” or now Oklahoma. Possible trigger warning for those of us who are impacted still by the Indian…

Under the holographic array, those hibernated experienced one lifetime after another, fueled by the seeds of the Root Dream. The Root Dream danced with their own memories from a dead planet, and spawned a plethora of evolving child dreams. Each…

Over millennia, the Generation Ship passed through the light of thousands of suns. Its sheathing was designed to protect its delicate equipment and sensitive cargo from the hazards of the Dangerous Space.

At first, all the cogs and gears worked gracefully. Those hibernated on the Generation Ship lived happily under the watchful eye of its holographic array, in a state of simulated bliss. I could only watch from behind glass. A conductor cannot…

Within the holographic display of the Generation Ship, this was the first dream that they programmed. It would repeat and echo itself across an infinite number of simulated lifetimes, adding some tender warmth to the Great Sleep.

I know I'm only just a scarecrow.

Click your heels three times and say; There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home.

I know I'm only just a scarecrow.

Click your heels three times and say; There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home.

RPM2023. February, the month of concessions. I didn't have the time to put into the original idea that I had for this year, so first concession, put that on the back burner and instead do something a little, or a lot, simpler. A collection…