fiction and musings from a gay black dude with delusions above his station
Thursday, March 17, 2157 So what sent me over the edge over a week ago? I have it on my lap: a book called Titans. That Saturday I remember getting up early and going outside for a walk. It was already hot, so I didn’t stay outside for long. I’ve spent so little time outside…
Friday, March 11, 2157 Walter is so wonderful. Most of my life, the people I’ve encountered don’t give a damn about anything but their immediate existence. They have no time for anything else, especially other people’s complex emotions. I’ve lived most of my life, most of my adult life, among this class, 22nd century hunter-gatherers….
Saturday, March 5, 2157 The voices returned, violently. So violent came their onslaught that I blacked out and am just coming to. Whatever it was Walter wanted to show me, it hasn’t happen yet. I’m back in the bed again with bloodstained bandages on my head. It’s too hard to write, physically and mentally, too…
[Editor’s note: For earlier installments of this series, click here.] Friday, March 4, 2157 What an extraordinary few days it has been. His name is Walter. He alone takes care of the desalination station. Techs come out twice a year, he says, to service various systems that he cannot take care of by himself. Otherwise…
Monday, February 27, 2157 I found myself in a bed. It has a white frame with arching head- and footboards made of metal. The sheets are clean and the mattress is comfortable. It looks like one of those hospital beds you see in old World War II movies, but this bed looks too new to…
Friday, February 24, 2157 Destitute was one of those words my great-granddad did not believe in. Whenever he heard that a group of people were destitute, the first thing he would ask was, Well, do they have a television? A car? A dishwasher? If they do, then they don’t sound ‘destitute’ to me! If pushed…
Wednesday, February 22, 2157 I had to get out of there, fast. I exited as gracefully as I could, seeing how they took me in and listened to my tales of woe and fed me, etc. But I had to get the hell out of there. I found out more about their “embrace” with water….
Sunday, February 19, 2157 I found what looks like a large, concrete building along the shoreline. And as the sun shifted, I could see solar panels reflecting on its roof. So I started walking towards the shore and figured I’d let it guide me along to what I hoped was my destination. That’s when I…
Thursday, February 17, 2157 I can’t write today. I know I should, but I can’t. I’m still at the mouth of the tunnel and the voices returned. They won’t leave me alone and I left my medicine at home. I was stupid and didn’t think bring it. I put it out of my head. No!…
Thursday, February 17, 2157 I made it through the tunnel, but I have to tell this story first. The last flight I ever took – I was probably 14 or something – we were coming back from Europe. We flew over Greenland part of the trip. Great-granddad told me about how it was this large…
