FAREWELL I left drylab Saturday. I was not the only one to say goodbye. No, Saf left before me. She headed east on foot. I assume conflict drove her mad. Inexplicably drawn to the group, forming relationships with each of us, simultaneously spying on us like we
something is living in my ceiling something is living in my ceiling i can hear him digging right through the structure small claws turning beams into dust soon a hole will open and i'll meet who is living in my ceiling we'll exchange startled looks it will be awkward at first
HOLES IN THE WALLS Glimpses of natural and unnatural demolition -- the passage of time through vandalism. ... The desert isn't a wasteland. But we think it is. Some dump their trash and vandalize empty homes. Decay happens naturally. Are we just helping it along?