GENESIS | THE FUTURE

GENESIS | THE FUTURE

‘And you about as much a ghost as Raven here is a pigeon. As for having a need of you, that’s as may be.’ She pulled something smelly, brown and dry, like an old mushroom, from a pocket hidden within the folds of her clothing, chewed slowly, pulling me gently, slowly, towards buildings.

Life continues beyond a cataclysm of climate disaster and, unlike the militarized and corporate dimness of sectors of the northern hemisphere, the southern lands have recovered.

When a young woman, abandoned as a child and named Ghost because of albinism, takes possession of an empty book, with a red leather cover and embossed with the word GENESIS, she teaches herself the almost obsolete art of writing. What she doesn’t yet realize is how deeply into the mists of myth her record is destined to travel. Or how it will impact the inhabitants of that land, thousands of years after the coming Ice Age.

What if time is a fractal, forever mimicking itself. 

Like seasons? 

Like life? 

What would we do differently, if we knew?