ESÛNE, and Those Who Call Her Home

A brown owl perched in an ancient tree swiveled its head in a complete rotation towards the center of the forest. Pupils expanded like hungry black holes - something was happening in that unassuming area, but what? Not a thing could be seen or heard, even with hyper senses. Yet, a cowl of...

It is straining to fathom that beyond our homes, beyond the layers of precious gases that we inhale and exhale so liberally, beyond our space stations, beyond a moon that pushes and pulls at our oceans, that there is absolutely nothing. A whole expanse of nothing, so contradictory that it makes...

This is for the people who repeatedly hear older generations say, "Well, I won't be alive for that," or "This is your problem now," or "Your generation is going to have to fix it." I don't know the answer, but I live in the questions. Keep asking. Tread as lightly as a rogue, speak...