"Bolzenkinder" As ancient as the raven looked, it held the rifle with some comfort. The mechanisms of war, to the thing, were intuitive.
"Swells" We expected advanced aircraft, many over many. No one could have known that the enemy would instead bring the sea itself against us.
Not to be gloomy. I think im just rusty from not having gone out of my way to learn too much over these last two years.
“White Train to the Sun” Been having a hard time making art away from work, so I’m relishing in the little successes. I feel my sensibilities slipping away somehow.
“The Men in Rocks” Plumes of dust fell from his tongue as he heaved and spoke to me in the grandfather of my language. “Soldier hundreds more, then. Bring the men and the metals to this gorge so they may return to the earth.”
