Orbits

It still feels like the old days were the normal days. I'm probably just showing my age. Back then, most of us had jobs in the suburbs. We'd drive to those jobs in cars. Gas was less than $25 a gallon. And people would go shopping for fun, of all things.

Back then, when all these things were normal, the damnedest thing happened.

And that damnedest thing went on for so long it started to feel normal, too.

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How do we change, when change is hard? What happens, when we live with the absurd for so long that it becomes commonplace? Where do we look for consistency in a world that is collapsing around us, and what happens when the one thing we cling to is the one thing we cannot explain?

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This is projected to be a four part story. I'll post on Tuesday and Friday evenings.

Cover art by Donna Davis.