

"Providence"With the lights off, darkness seemed to creep into the house. Shadows slinked in through the corners of open windows, the sun starting to make its daily departure behind cloud and horizon. Crickets hidden in the grass let out a rhythmic chorus of rising and falling drones. The sound seemed to crescendo when the breeze wanted to carry it away."Providence"
Amidst the sounds and the breeze sat a man at a desk, his body hunched over a yellow notepad, his hand clutching a pen, his eyes squinting. The paper was blank, save for the faint blue lines that cut across the pages. The man let a few moments pass, allowing his heart to beat so


"Volume"Blue sky radiated peacefully on the world below; the warm, comforting light dodging clouds to reach the ground. The denizens of the cities bustled hurriedly along their paths, their streets, their sidewalks, unyielding in their respective quests. Every man and woman, every person possessed what they believed to be a significant purpose. There was a reason for everything they did. There was order, there was structure, there was ease; it was life as they knew it. The dark clouds slowly passed across the sun’s field of radiance, blocking the light from cascading the ground in its bright gaze. The sky darkened dramatically as a result, seem"Volume"