A story by Garrison Kammer in an elevator. No, really…
It was the year 2063 and romance was dead.
Advertisers had killed it…
Roy and Melissa stood in the entryway. The large room to their left and the small one to their right were both empty. A naked staircase ascended before them toward more blank, sky blue rooms. Every wall in the house was sky blue.
Maria sat cross-legged on the living room floor surrounded by piles of little white receipts. There was a giant mound for groceries, a large pile for credit card payments, a small one for fun, home repairs, schooling… It was like looking back through a diary. She picked up a receipt that was for one marriage counseling session and wondered which pile to put it in.
Two scientists grapple with reality while watching the dream of their final subject. Based on a story by the Star’s own Garrison Kammer. Directed and co-written by Ian Kammer.
The paintings of “Ancestral Modern” capture the explosive color of a fireworks display, as well as the mesmerizing quality of a zen garden.
“Why can’t the world be unfair to me? Why do I always get exactly what I deserve?”
The pamphlet-that-does-not-exist is in my hand! This is the pamphlet of my church: The Church of Nonexistence. We worship the God of Nonexistence.
Simon always felt that he grew up among giants and geniuses, as if he were a reverse-superman sent from a small and mild planet.
“What were once thriving online communities, have since become electronic tombs, full of messages and photos marking events throughout entire lives…”