The map is not the territory. Though we inhabit reality, we cannot truly record it. That is, we could not, until now. Unlike other maps, which rely on borders between countries and labels of landmasses to convey the truth, this map is reality itself, distilled into a form our minds can comprehend. Yes, it borders on dangerous, but the cutting edge is sharp. Would you like to take a look?
Tag: creative-writing
The flowers died on Monday. No matter how well-constructed the replacement, the flowers could tell the difference immediately. The weather keep going as normal. The sky looks the same as it always has. The false heat kept the cycles intact. There were plants that survived. Very few, but not none.
The animals were fooled. Although we knew better, our bodies reacted as they always had. We carried on. Our invention left barely a hiccup in the history of the human race. At least, that’s how it seems so far. It’s only been three days since the sun went out, so we still have a ways to go.