Future: An Introduction

“I can listen to the echoes from the past” she said.

“I’m thinking about you now” he confessed.

And went away.

A Short Essay on Perception

All his echoes were endless and moist. The morning dew accumulated on his echoes. And when the lights filled up the dew, his voice would shine throughout the realm. Bright. Much too bright. The Ultra-Violet rays of repetetive sounds.

People wore sunglasses to save their ears.