Prose

Just driving though

“I couldn’t tell you where that is,” said the old stranger. “I only know how to get there.” Something about this old man made me want to know what he’d been through. If I could grab ahold and shake his face out like a rug, I think I’d see little bits of history and fiction, […]

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After we’d lost our way

It was here before I was born–before any of us were born, and no one knew exactly what it was. The priests were raised to maintain it. They were each assigned modules to look after, memorizing line by line millions of bytes of letters and punctuation. The priests understood little but the people even less. […]

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