This story was inspired by the photography of Rose-Lynn Fisher. Follow the story along with her images here.
(Tears of laughing until I'm crying) is
an entropic quest. The connected lagoons in the Northeast do little
to conceal their desire for abandon. While harmony was never the
goal, vacant land replaces the once childish idea of
inter-connectedness: are you laughing or are you crying?
(Tears of change) prove that there is
no life around. Abandoned suburbs run rings 'round our fortress.
Soon, every branch, ever tunnel we've created will be consume: only
to be exhumed and proved that the only consequence is change.
(Tears of grief) is as desolate as you
expect. I can't go on...
I'll go on.
