[First place winner in the Synapse Storytelling Contest for Fiction.] It’s Christmastime, and over the hills, in the faraway furrows of one of those endless tracts of half-submerged land, a main battle tank sits in a ditch, decomposing, festering. My tank. But the neighborhood seems to have forgotten, here in the shadow of the old Hospital, that shining ziggurat high above. An aspiration, once — and an obligation.
Tor's Cabinet of Curiosities
A Luxury Survivalist Community Is Tearing Itself Apart
They went to South Dakota to ride out the apocalypse at a ‘5-star’ bunker compound. They’re already at each other’s throats with HOA-style grievances.
Zork · The Great Underground Empire
Enter the Great Underground Empire. A playable first-person 3D adaptation of Zork I.
Little Boy: The Arts of Japan’s Exploding Subculture
Society cannot recover from such an epic scale of devastation - the atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima and three days later on Nagasaki on August 9, 1945 - but may, instead, manifest trauma as a perpetual genetic scar—ontological chasm which moves as a consumptive demon ripping up through the generations as a peripatetic wound, egregious disfigurement banished from conscious thought, inflating to cartoon benignity in a pantomime of humanity, sutured gash badly sewn and always reopening, futile replacement of scarred mortality for the immaculate technology of machines, and finally as the wholesale abandonment of frail humanity for alternative existential states.
Dangerous, Dirty, Violent, and Young: A Fugitive Family…
The son of Weather Underground radicals Bernardine Dohr…
Not everything is ‘trauma’. Language needs to mean something | Aeon Essays
From a broken life to a broken nail, ‘trauma’ has been bleached by overuse. But it names something real – and must be reclaimed
Save by Scazrelet 🌧️ Team Tragedy · Currents
An image saved by Scazrelet 🌧️ Team Tragedy on Currents.
CARIMARA: Beneath the forlorn limbs
A mute little thing with borrowed magic. A house that murmurs back. Ask wrong, and you might wake something that remembers your name.
Echoes of Mana Tomb
Restore a shattered world by channeling mana and awakening the elemental forces in this atmospheric incremental game.
Dopamine Trap
Dopamine Trap does narrative driven decay. With organic noise, apocalyptic soundscapes, and scathing poetry his productions cast lovecraftian solopsisms on the roof of the skull, dripping with tumors of unresolved inter-generational trauma, resignation and reckless, violent love. He delights in emptiness and the granular implications of percussive silence.
In Depth: Miscellaneous
*this is a giant, everchanging collection of micellaneous tidbits about my life and career.* On The Moniker I had a habit as a kid of creating fictional enti...
Hot Allostatic Load
Build the shittiest thing possible. Build out of trash because all i have is trash. Trash materials, trash bodies, trash brain syndrome. Build in the gaps between storms of chronic pain. Build insi…
I want to tell you a story, and it begins with this VERY WEIRD animal: Meet Thetys vagina... [a thread 🧵] 📸 m_patton bit.ly/2Mgw8Sf 🌿🧪🦑🐙🌊
