Category: The Birth of Dronefall

I’ve had a lot of dreams like this: Who are they? We don’t know. What do they want? Can’t say. But they’re peeping at the windows, and we’ve got to hide. I was researching for a project in college when my interest in drones and mass-surveillance solidified. I started to conjure up a future where… Continue reading The Birth of Dronefall: The Story

Through the heart of my Alma Mater’s main campus runs a railroad. A slow freight drags through a few times a day, typically, covered in weathered graffiti. Whistle wailing and detuned bell chiming, it shakes the library where I lived most of my college days. As a student, I wore a lot of dark eye-make-up… Continue reading The Birth of Dronefall: The Seeds

I think I was thirteen years old when I dropped Return to Harmony on the floor and didn’t bother to pick it back up. I told my mom I didn’t like books that were about quote, “people’s lives and how they feel about them.” I really wasn’t that into the fluffy inner struggles of young… Continue reading The Birth of Dronefall: The Gap