FIELD NOTES
(POST-APOCALYPSE)
S. Asher Sund
  • January 29th, 2015

    Today, me, just a little thing, nothing more than an ant, really, in service to some larger, demanding, existential, sugar-hungry machine.… View Full

  • January 21st, 2015

    “But what does this mean?” my pinky asked my thumb.

    “It means you’re doing hang loose. Quiver there for a moment and soon it will be done.”… View Full