
THE LOT
THE LOT: The REUNION, the final chapter
<p>There is a distinct, mathematical geometry to damnation. We construct our elaborate fortresses of vanity, convincing ourselves that if we move fast enough, the friction of our speed will burn away the stench of the soil we crawled out from. We believe the dark belongs to us. But the dark is merely an instrument on a cosmic loop, and when the music stops, the ground always demands its deposit back.</p><p>“He has dug a pit and hollowed it out, and has fallen into the hole which he made. His mischief will return upon his own head, and hi...






