I couldn't stay in that desolate place they called "Society". Where everyone is smiling only since the entire place is topsy turvy so you can't tell the difference. They say "the grass is greener on the other side" but I don't want the other side of the same coin. I want a new currency. I left everything behind to move forward, toward my present. Rumored to be a life year's distance at the end of Median Road.
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Median Road
Short StoryA crossover of fine art and flash fiction of a man's story traversing Median Road and what he discovered along the way. Art and Story created by: James Revels III