INVASIO
Karin LowacheeYou said it was like a movie but that’s a lie. One of us would at least be better looking. You said no matter what, we will win, but that’s probably also a lie because there is no win in sight. There is, however, a perpetual mist of grey and sulphur yellow that permeates the air as if we’re walking in a fantasy landscape called the Valley of Doom or Dragon Moors, names better left to map appendices with heavy black lines for borders and Medieval fonts to allude to an ancient time. We are in this fantasy every day, without heroes, only villains, and instead of a quest we are running away.
We’re running away and sometimes I don’t quite know who the villains are, who the cowled figure with dark magic and an army of fanged golems is supposed to be. It’s too easy to poin
