DOCUMENTS_
These are some of my own pieces of writing. When I find myself off-balance from the stress of it all, I write poems, and I keep my better ones here.
Here, you can find various documents that I've received from my friends abroad. They're mostly official reports. Further into this section, you can find some related image files that I've found.
TIME SINCE THE COLLAPSE
My name is Thomas Oliver Reed. If you’re reading this, you’ve found your way through the exclusion filters. You have my commendation, and hopefully you find what you’re looking for.
Welcome to my site.
Years ago, I lived on the coast. Up in Cumbria, not far off the old Sellafield plant. I was in Manchester doing temp editorial work on the day of it all. News channels exploded, some big tragedy. New York, Hiroshima, Berlin. And, not an hour later - my home. That nuclear plant left a goddamn stain on this country. A stain that was slowly fading. And all those years after, that distant memory came to haunt me again. My home. My family.
There’s a little church up by Ponsonby, just outside the exclusion zone. If you sit there on a clear day, you can almost see my old house. Swallowed by that warped cloud- or fire- whatever it is. Everything I cared for, burning in radioactive fog for eternity.
In every corner of the world, I hear similar stories. People who loved and lost. People who saw and ran, or fought and died. We don’t hear much of that on the news anymore. So hear it from me - the scraps that I collect and piece together, stored here for as long as my power’s running.
WRITINGS_
IMMORTALITY
Tides of time eternally change,
And death is certain in life.
Mountains in oceans are pebbles in puddles,
Mankind survives out of spite.
Humans defined by their inhumanity,
By greed, by jealousy, all convinced they’re right.
We can never be at peace with a war in our minds.
A hole in my head where you used to sit.
No more love. Not one bit.
My feelings eroding day by day,
My thoughts fading night by night.
In embrace we are so far apart,
My soul a million miles from your heart.
Let the world in! Let everything flood out!
The world is nothing but fear and doubt.
With no company but ourselves,
And no thoughts but our own,
And no god to sit on his grand throne.
What are we? Who are we?
We are nothing. We are skin and bone.