Author: Aposiopesis
It’s hard to sum up the strangeness of the last few moons. I’d have written it as it all happened, and tried – but coughing…
Knowledge comes in bits and pieces, if it ever comes at all. I’ve come by this news all out of order — talking a…
This all happened some time back now, on the 51st day of the Season of Shelter. I’ve been trying to keep it secret from untrustworthy…
No Pulp this week. Only pulp happening here is the bloody masses I keep coughin’ up. Writing anyway. Writing and drinking. Takes my mind off…
The Season of Revival seemed to seek nothing but punishment. Late ice storms, snow storms, and general coldness keep scavengers bundled up, even as the…