2/22/56 **
Have you ever been at work, then forgot how to do the most basic thing: like figure out how to turn on your space ship and leave a planet strewn with junk from an alien machine. I know I have, but wasn't convinced that the characters in this story didn't just have one too many space cocktails.
I lived in Alberta as a kid, where the radio would play all kinds of old radio shows around midnight. This was one of my favorites; something about the notion of memories being replaced by silence, and the ever-present junkyard (the twist at the end is always better when its something thats been sitting right under your nose the whole time), and the sheer loneliness of the madness which overtakes the crew --- it all scared the bejezus out of me. Lying alone in my dark room with icy chills running up and down my back... brrrr...
Posted by on 10/01 at 11:07 PM