Ensconced in a bubble of gear and weapons in the belly of our courser, Roaring and bucking across the sky on clouds of metal and smoke. Creaks and pops and hammer blows ringing out like anvils into yo
I shuffle along in the sand. This walkway in paradise. Ignored or shunned By the tourists – Doesn’t matter. They aren’t real, don’t exist. My colleagues call out to me As I pass. Nothing To fear in da