brian holtz

Alone against insurmountable, inhuman odds Molly is the single remaining hope against the cold calculus of the synthetic intelligence running roughshod across the faltering face of humanity. Molly Millions. The vanguard of intrepid, indomitable…

Steely. Cold room. Cold metal chair. A metal door that transmitted grim finality. That faint smell of ozone playing like a dread prelude to the adrenaline surge coursing up and down my spine. I am staring down the gun muzzle of synthetic…

The full moon is huge and a brazen, insidious yellow just above the horizon. Puffy white clouds radiate moonlight and glow. And just there I see it... amidst what look like huge fishing nets floating in the sky, a giant galleon making it's way…

Hold to your daydreams. I've heard it said that the awe and wonder of the universe has faded as we've moved into the current age. Maybe our capacity for wonder needs to mature. The power and majesty of the universe now demands greater effort from…

The full moon is huge and a brazen, insidious yellow just above the horizon. Puffy white clouds radiate moonlight and glow. And just there I see it... amidst what look like huge fishing nets floating in the sky, a giant galleon making it's way…

The full moon is huge and a brazen, insidious yellow just above the horizon. Puffy white clouds radiate moonlight and glow. And just there I see it... amidst what look like huge fishing nets floating in the sky, a giant galleon making it's way…

Steely. Cold room. Cold metal chair. A metal door that transmitted grim finality. That faint smell of ozone playing like a dread prelude to the adrenaline surge coursing up and down my spine. I am staring down the gun muzzle of synthetic…

Alone against insurmountable, inhuman odds Molly is the single remaining hope against the cold calculus of the synthetic intelligence running roughshod across the faltering face of humanity. Molly Millions. The vanguard of intrepid, indomitable…

Evening, maybe the blue hour, the air wraps me in a narcotic warmth. Im on a hill in a grassy field, the sounds of kids and parents cavorting in the distance, birds chatter as they settle into roost. There is a somehow Alpine-like feeling tone…

Hold to your daydreams. I've heard it said that the awe and wonder of the universe has faded as we've moved into the current age. Maybe our capacity for wonder needs to mature. The power and majesty of the universe now demands greater effort from…