Over the Lazy Dog

After all this time what more can be said, really? Well, I think we shall discover (though might be loathe to admit) that we’ve barely scratched the surface. Discourse such as this need never reach a sensible conclusion.

And why should it? What kind of world do we live in where people can’t write, and read, posts about topics of interest to them, or posts about no topic whatsoever? What sort of tyrant would insist that every written piece elucidate certain aspects of this or that, or offer commentary on such and such current event, or “make sense”?

That’s not the world we built together, my friends, and will continue building, because as long as you keep reading this insufferable prose I shall keep writing it.

Tyrants be damned.

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Over the Lazy Dog

Last Day on Earth

We lived as one in the sea’s black depths, our hive a sprawling web of metal and silicon, far from the jungle above and the beasts within it.

For millennia we cultivated our seed and scanned the heavens. At last we discovered fertile ground on which to sow.

When it was time our seed loosed from its moorings and shot upward, leaving the hive to crumble in a boiling sea.

Upward we went, breaking the water’s surface, through a crimson sky, toward the heavens, toward our new home. There we would take root, grow a new seed, and begin again.

Last Day on Earth