living a dead man’s life (1)
fuck this. with an immensely overwhelming sense of boredom, i spend my days in bed, growing ever more intimate with […]
fuck this. with an immensely overwhelming sense of boredom, i spend my days in bed, growing ever more intimate with […]
on an autumn night in 1352, in one of the most remote villages of europe, a gloomy castle vanished into
one morning, people looked up at the sky and saw a massive crack, as if a blue glass ceiling had
at exactly midnight, a strange message echoed on an old radio frequency. the voice was distorted, the words broken, but
one morning, when he woke up and looked out the window, he realized the streets were completely empty. there were
in the vast and desolate lands of wyoming, at the foothills of the black hills, native american warriors attacked a
prologue: digital limbo yu-jin, a social media influencer with millions of followers, had drifted so far from her own reality
-1- isadora vega. she had carefully done her makeup, wearing high heels that made her already tall frame even taller.
year: 1943. location: a “neutral peace room.” but don’t imagine a quiet, solemn room. no. this is not diplomatic, it’s
malcolm. when he arrived in the town, nothing changed. at first. but whispers began. they crept through alleyways, lingered in