Stella Emrick

Emulsified

We can’t live on this part of Earth any more. The air is getting more difficult to breathe. Each breath brings a deep subtle fire to my chest. I suppose it's not as painful as the agonizing awareness of the inevitable. Sometimes I think things could get better but the more death I see the more hope wavers. There have been talks of “transition ports,” not to be mistaken for the luxurious state of the art BioEngineering harbors on the right side of the planet. If there aren’t 20 zeros in your paycheck, prepare to kiss Death on his cheek.