"The
water stank. The muddy ground never seemed to dry out, even in the dog
days of summer, and the sky was a constant shade of gray, hazy and dirty
as if from a perpetual forest fire. The people looked stunted,
shriveled, their faces as dry and withered as raisins left too long in
the sun. Power plants dotted the riverbanks, their smokestacks
impossibly tall, spewing god knows what into the already-poisoned
atmosphere. It was like staring straight down the throat of Hell. How
could anyone actually miss such a place?"
from "Road Kills", a short story by Timothy Walker
reading: Reel Terror, an anthology edited by Sebastian Wolfe
listening: Herbie Hancock
watching: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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