…everything was going to be just fine.
The Warrior decided that he had, perhaps, been walking for too long and had begun to stray not only from the path, but from his sanity.
Ingmar had no idea what to do the day the world locked down.
But then the light came in, a golden hand reaching down to lift him from his prison and bring him back to life.
When Morgen woke up to find himself in the middle of a cornfield, he was almost more surprised to discover that he wasn’t hungover or naked.
Compared to things like climate change, corrupt world leaders and catastrophic natural disasters, his complaints were a drop of piss in the ocean. But since it was his part of the ocean that was slowly becoming urine, they really mattered to him.
Spending 6 years locked in a 35 square meter rectangle alone always changes a person.
Of all the ways to get around the city, the one Marvin hated the most, was the bus. But not for the reason that most people hated the bus.
“Buckle in son, I have a lot to say, none of its nice and some of it probably doesn’t make sense.”
There is beauty in the in-between.