“Der Pilger steigt in ein tiefes Tal hinab. Metaphysisch gesprochen, natürlich. Das Tal ist in realitas ein Teil der städtischen Entwässerungs- und Abwasserbeseitigungsanlagen, also der Kanalisation. Kilometer von Betonrohren und Schmutzwasserfällen, Pumpwerken und Sammelbecken. Eingekrustete Dunkelheit, Gestank, schattenbeschwörende Notleuchten. Irgendwo dort unten, das hat man dem Pilger gesagt, haust ein Erleuchteter. Ein Weiser. Ein Orakel…

“A thick and heavy fog was hanging over the street, a theater curtain possessed by unnatural life. If the Castaway extended his arm, the fog swallowed his hand, transmuted it into something strange, a black claw or a hovering insect. The Castaway looked around, searching for some point of reference, something familiar. The fog ebbed…

Falb and his brother wandered through the wilderness, surrounded on all sides by the trees of a dark forest. Their steps were noiseless on the soft soil, following a well-trodden path, the only path. Even though these woods were dangerous, the brothers felt no fear, for they had crossed them many times before, and would…

“The streets are glass The skies like Unstacked shelves Blindenlicht Trembling over the city” Published in: The Rush, Issue 3 (February 2018)

“Few people made the entire journey up from Earth in those days, from surface through atmosphere and right into space: for the right prize, Hakon Ambrose was one of them. He had started from one of the unelevated piers, quickly passed through the coruscating flash-flurry of the arcologies and their ever rising solar panels, then…

“The house was said to have been ravaged by a storm that had yet to reach the rest of the town, and that its occupants had abandoned it after that future night. It was the very last house of town and beyond it stretched only vast fields, where the Gespernbauern didn’t sow or reap, but…