Midwinter Inventory
While explaining myself to the grumpy clerk behind the glass, I realized I had no idea where I legally lived.
James A. Reeves
Winter Robots
Cusp of Things
We Need New Gods
Tomorrow's Gods
A Low Rumble
The Hum of Machinery You Can See
Word Count
17 Minutes Remaining
I borrowed the internet of a fast-fashion shop that closed at noon because too many of its workers had the plague.
Dream Language
I woke up wondering if I would live my life any differently if I measured my age in days or hours instead of years.
January 7, 2022
