My brother taught me to swim a long, long time ago. My younger brother, teaching me, his older brother how to swim. It was kind of embarrassing. And I couldn’t figure it out. We live in a Buried City. In the middle of the Wasteland. The world’s oceans and lakes and rivers have all but dried up. What’s the point? He’d said, “The point is, so you don’t drown in a desert like a fucking moron.” It was a fair point. And here I am. Swimming through an underground lake. My brother was always the smart one. I’m putting his lessons and advice to good use. And even though on the surface the water looks calm, even though it looks down right inviting, swimming across it is a lot harder than I thought it would be. The water has a strong undertow. The water is moving and flowing and churning because it needs to be moving and flowing. Can’t have stagnate water. Still water will pool and become dirty and polluted. Flowing water is essential for life. Almost as essential as the sun. And as I swim across, I feel the presence of something very big under the surface.
What do You think about Wasteland Wonderland - Part 1?
