Writer & Instructional Designer
When Jeremy Bauer awoke,
he found his fists were tarantulas, but mostly that the wallpaper had turned to moths and ghosts.
Mama was a coal miner, Daddy was a fog machine, and only once, over waffles and Lethal Weapon, had the twain met in the back of a cherry ’79 Chevy TIME with leather seats that went all the way back.
When Jeremy Bauer awoke, all glass returned to rivers, all light to the pools of his heart, and the tarantulas spun this continuum of darkness before you.