We Found The Source and Destination of Your Budgie's Dreams

Cafe’s Locked Out Mailing List · Jul 28, 2023 · 3m

By Michael Gray Griffith

Out here, to my eyes, everything looks like it’s either struggling to survive or on the verge of death. No trees seem to grow very high, we rarely see any animals and the creek beds are all as dry as the lakes who retain not fish, but the footsteps of the animals and birds that traversed their dried mud, each driven, at least to my eyes, by a fading memory of water.

The sky too appears to be a distant and indifferent ceiling, cracked only by the sun, who in the summer will use this land as her anvil.

I would not survive out here for long, not with my eyes, but when I…