The Robot and the Inevitable_A new life_doe on the road_Seven-O-Two
Catalog Guide:
The Robot and the Inevitable
We like to imagine that the future will be better, a manifestation of all that our current life lacks. Maybe it is idealistic to imagine that it will get better, it depends who you ask. The people living in the Slums have long since squashed the hope that it will change for the best, decades of being oppressed tends to do that to peoples spirits. In a shabby room accustomed to silence, a voice coming from a small television ripples through the air, causing a disturbance of the layers of dust accumulated on every available surface. Sitting in the center of his surroundings is a huge being. If ...
A new life
You can just call me Mat. You’d think I would be arrogant and self-centred given the amount of times people tell me I’m handsome and smart. But you know, I don’t see life that way. For me, what’s most interesting is having friends and partaking in social events with the ones around me. I have a few good friends, I didn’t really choose them, we just happened to be at the same place at the same time and in the end, it works rather well for us. We are not perfect though, I share my living space with Linus who always wants everything first and with Karen who likes to be on her own but always relie...
doe on the road
Finally, hours after the sun had slipped quietly past the horizon, she opened her window. The sky was ink black and felt reachable, the city’s light pollution clouding the majority of the stars. She huffed at the chilly breeze, clumsily shoving her long limbs out of the small opening and landing hard on the other side.The night was beating faintly, fluttering around the edges like a baby bluebird’s pulse. She trudged up the uneven path, the fronts of her shins aching with each lengthy step. Growing pains, her mother had explained to her so long ago. She hadn’t wanted to hear it then, hadn’t wa...
Seven-O-Two
Matt was dicing tomatoes when Leo burst back into the kitchen, cradling a stack of dirty dishes in one arm while he kicked open the door with his right foot. “I think I know the girl at seven-o-two,” said Leo, setting his cargo down on the counter beside Matt’s cutting board. Matt gave the mess of plates and bowls and half-finished entrees a quick, side-ways glance—careful that it seemed a somewhat critical movement—and went back to his work.“Seven-o-two,” said Matt, “two salads,” with the edge of his knife he tidied up the pile of tomato bits, “avocado and…” he shuddered, “octopus. Seven-hu...