CHAPTER 1. Reports from the Borderlands. Friday.🧿 Dusk. Carcosa Beach.

I live between worlds. In exile from my city.

Run outta town on a rail , my house stolen and burned.

A small beach resort between Vermillion Sands and Stygia Flats

Called Carcosa Beach.

It’s seen better days-- tarnished, flaking paint, lost dreams hang languid in the air.

Pluto plays chess with the king in yellow

I listen to the radio. 70's AM gold.

I stick a quarter into a Zontar machine--

All the fortuna cards fall out, and I read;

Live your best day, that day.

Don't hold anyone's water.

Don't keep anyone's secrets.

Expose your own secrets.

Devotion and trust is traded for deception and infidelity

false prophets and vampires

Illuminated by gaslighting.

Lies ride a pendulum.

Disclosure Is inevitable.

Sunlight exposes all.

all on it's own.

God's got it.

Let it go.

Back in my body.

In the perpetual dusk of a vaporwave limbo--

Yellow gold turn to magenta

Not bad this AM station.

No need to do what will happen in its own time--

as predictable as gravity.

Hades won the chess game.

I smile and put my shades back on.

So what comes next?

Finding my way or the highway.

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I remain, dear reader,

Your reporter from the Borderlands.