A writer lands in Phuket at midnight. By morning he can't remember why he came.
Story by Dmitry Berkut
Kings of Craters
Man sees storm coming. Flees to mountains. City panics over cat-1 hurricane. Returns to find neighbors celebrating chaos, planning profit. Packs again. Truth cuts deeper than wind.
Writer and partner Laura cross hot Boston—cool cafés, staged protests, sky-gala. Bitcoin’s cold wealth shields them; their 12-word seed is their ark.
Dying California officials beg Bitcoin holder Marcus for help. Empty plates, empty promises. He gives half a coin for dying children, walks away from their ruin.
A retired son watches his father crumble under financial ruin. Market crashes, bad advice, family obligations—all roads lead to one truth: he can't stop working.
Some fiction
What becomes of the wealthiest man in the universe when he reaches the zenith? Laying on his deathbed he recalls his most cherished memories.
A short dystopian story
Most eggs are still closed. We don't know if they will ever open up.
i'm in the upstairs office. lost in some project i've been tinkering with. i feel driven with purpose. the door is cracked open. i always leave the door open...
savior complex by pneumatic tubes
