You’re likely here due to a mistaken keystroke, bloody heatstroke, or perhaps a stroke of bad luck masquerading as innocent serendipity. Caveat lector: this is a repository of conceptual viruses, some of them known to produce life-disrupting symptoms such as the insomnia that commonly accompany philosophical rumination. Leave while innocent. Sanity and normalcy are hard to regain.
You’re still reading. That’s on you. Feel free to explore and open a few of the idea jars in this dangerous laboratory of odd stories. Whatever crawls out will be yours for the keeping. And its progeny. There will be progeny.
The authors much appreciate feedback. Give ’em some if you’re so inclined. And hand out maps to this site to other minds you imagine may share your strange affinity with reading-outside-the-lines of the mundane.