Author | Dandy | Solarpunk
Fireworks punched holes in the dark. Gods were fed. Fortune was negotiated in smoke and red paper. Somewhere above the South China Sea, divine accountants stamped our paperwork for the Year of the Horse.
The sea does not care about your schedule. It hits the rocks the same way every morning—patient, stupid, holy, endless—like a drum machine that predates the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I’m at the beach, coffee in […]
Stories are strange things. You don’t really write them so much as take dictation—if and when they decide you’re willing to listen again.
There is an unspoken story that follows people like me when they leave.
This summer, I joined a rebellion.
Not with weapons.
With a paperclip.
Eighteen thousand children face starvation in Gaza. Silence is complicity.
