Status Updates From Memories of Tomorrow (Namel...

The resilience of children humbles Nameless. At first, he glances often at his passenger, but then his eyes blur with tears, and he needs clear vision to drive safely. He remains convinced that the day holds yet another unpleasant surprise. He trusts his hunches. If he didn’t, he would long ago have been bones in a box or ashes in an urn.

Southern Indiana is a land of disappearing streams. They follow carved courses through fields and forests, only to drop suddenly out of sight, into a flue, down into darkness, chuckling like evil spirits homeward bound after working their wickedness in the upper world.