We found it in an alley between two gutted office buildings. Big wood box with a bulbous glass screen; an old monitor of some sort, emanating a dull grey flicker we saw from the street.
Post-Apocalypse
Repeat. Recycle. Reload.
We traveled south by southwest, toward the coast. Below, ranges of dense forest covered the land for kilometers.
Insect Mind
Eyes of jade, minds of steel,
the insects will rule the world
one day soon, when we
have all burned or drowned,