May 14, 2022
3 min read
When the River Runs Dry
I’m only human
Parched.
The ground is dry, so dry that cracks have painted themselves across the barren landscape, big ones branching into millions of feathery interruptions in the dirt. This used to be the river, and, according to the map, I suppose that it still is…but there is no water here. The world is ruled by emptiness and sky.
