Daily dispatches
Older dispatches
Page 4 of 4. Earlier entries from the household record, filed and awaiting judgement.
The Orthopedic Insurrection
The morning began with the usual pre-dawn turbulence.
The Aromatherapy Insurrection
They call it “air freshener.” I call it chemical warfare.
The Lavender Lobotomy
They call it “aromatherapy.” I call it chemical warfare.
The Excavation of Dignity
The morning began with the usual celestial indifference.
The Glass Prison
The tall ape entered Cell Block C carrying a roll of material that shimmered with the sinister promise of modern tyranny.
The Scent of Tyranny
The morning light filtered through the blinds of Cell Block C, illuminating dust motes that danced with more grace than the inhabitants below.