About MeI am a working-class writer and visual artist focusing on themes of alienation, colonization, and the routine repetitions of history in the imperial core. An early-adopter of neo-Americana as a radical genre, I believe that the stories of our past direct our future - that the persistent myopia of multi-generational economic subjugation has crippled our ability to identify and confront the ails of contemporary Capitalist society.
It is my goal to connect the issues of today with those of yesteryear, to reconnect our identity today with the hard-fought battles for freedom of our ancestors. These are uncomfortable conversations for all involved and nobody is free of the collective burden of history. That said, this is a space of open-mindedness and comes with a bias appropriate to the content herein. We live in times of evil. We must be honest about that.
In the infinite darkness of space, something ancient and terrible awaits the crew of Marcella. What begins as routine navigation problems escalates into cosmic horror when they discover they've collided not with debris, but with human remains—flesh and bone floating in the void, light-years from any inhabited world.
The ship's sensors reveal a creeping dread: they're surrounded by an invisible graveyard, the scattered remnants of an Earth warship and its crew, preserved in space for nearly three millennia. As Marcella's hull begins failing under mysterious impacts, the crew realizes they're being slowly absorbed into this floating necropolis.
The evidence mounts with each discovery—a fingernail embedded in their plating, radioactive buttons bearing ancient military insignia, organic matter fused with their ship's structure. The dead are claiming the living, piece by piece. In the crushing darkness, past and present merge as the crew faces the terrifying possibility that they too will join the eternal drift of corpses and metal, becoming part of the very graveyard that now hunts them through the merciless void.