Driving around dirt roads, past paper factories, abandoned pubs, forest intersections and empty parking lots. It is late, late at night, and you find yourself alone in the middle of a familiar place.


You stand still as the wind shapes the trees. 

As the clouds walk slowly past the blue twilight which refuses to hide beyond the horizon.


You remain still, listening. 

Melancholic gratitude. 

Deep chested fear.

A moment of clarity perhaps. 

You exist here… and you know then, just then…

The Martians are coming!

@ Sissy Reyes 2018