Layered Reality Players
Layered Reality Players. Platformational Reality Wars. One hack-rig is trying to work at your space, while you work at theirs. Who can write code fast
Tag: prose
Hot Flowers
A hot flower bloomed from Reality Establishment Central Office. Glass shards like windblown seeds carried out on a sudden gust of air stung skin and
Cross Bones
The Jolly Roger unpacked in anyone’s head that crossed the geo-tagged spot. It unfurled like a warning. Carlos had hijacked this Hakim Bey Station a
Wolfing Where
Tomorrow explodes. Yesterday downloads. Today erodes. He is plugged into a Warewolf experiential remix engine and time is splintering into instances that he can’t add
Up And Out From Down And Under
Cock crows. Second sun in the sky. Ravens and angels are wheeling around through each others flight paths, while magpies drop to pick at the
Whizz Dumb
I live inside a parable. I sit atop a mountain and people come and seeks wisdom from me. I write greetings cards and fortune cookies.
Another Erewhon
He sat down at the edge of the lake and he pretended that it was a mirror that he might throw reflections into that would
The Swimmer
Dreamsoup head, she lifts it and the pearlescent drops fall from her hair like liquid mercury. Her eyes are alight with story, stacked layers of
Dip The Test Card In Blood
Decay was a rudimentary excuse. A man sat there picking apart the cross-stitched home sweet home. The skull in the fire place wasn’t much of an
The Border Special
He blew up the world with his notepad. Left an apology on the fridge that seemed to have survived the existential collapse, and went for