The Machine Eaters

Magpies burble outside frosty windows. Autumn sidles into view. I dreamed many things. Awakening is sharp on the spirit. All the old heroes are dead and buried and pushing up wilting flowers, soot-covered, frayed at the edges, desperate for a clean breath in the sickly yellow-glow of the industry. Red-faced oligarchs loot the coffers of citizenry taking human capital and freedoms of movement, speech, and … Continue reading The Machine Eaters

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