All posts by Pan Ellington

it begins as an idea.

It begins as an idea, as revolution is wont to do.

love and passion and art.

her feet wrecked

jupiter’s storm.

The tiny vessel approached, its pilot entombed within for six long years, out of one storm and into another, centuries old.

the golden age.

We raged against the powers that bind, just like any one of you would.

short sight and a lesson never learned.

Thirty years gone, a thousand square miles.

a human story.

A reprieve of green amongst an urban landscape of tall, gleaming buildings, men in suits passing by on their way to a meeting.

beautiful colors.

There used to be colors here, you know.