Interrupted Chattering & Other Such Misgivings From the Cold Desks

The following posts are all bluster and friction. These are and are not the words to the underdeveloped Red Star at the Redeemer Gates epic that One in the Oktopus are delicately crafting. This is a snapshot, a glimpse of nothing, a map into the ravines and catacombs of the One in the Oktopus process. Maps are lies and beautiful fragments of memory and imagination. By simply tracing your finger on a map you may dream worlds and people and happenstances that really do exist in alternate realities. This is but one stop on your lifelong atlas. I am glad you peeked. The names are arbitrary, the words fleeting but I am happy to pass them along and you may take them as your own if you wish.