Humanity reached out to the stars and the stars went away, whole planetary systems vanishing in “the Quiet Rapture,” the scattered survivors too few and with insufficient resources
It was happenstance prompted by irresponsibility, artist James Sunderland enjoying the open road and the clear mountain air as he lit a joint and in the momentary distraction
There is never a good time for a political crisis, but for United States Senator Nick Rast it could not be more inconvenient, an accident while scuba diving
It is often the nature of science to be solitary, and few researchers are as isolated by distance and time as the astronomer, alone atop a hill through
A dealer in antiques and curios, the front of Neal Mottram’s shop is apparently respectable, with Ming vases and brass ornaments whose price tags are as weighty as
The pastoral English village of Howdean consisting of a couple of hundred houses and cottages on the surrounding fields, home to perhaps a thousand people and far from
Her twentieth birthday approaching, Catherine Yorke is leaving the London flat she shares with her boyfriend to spend a week in the country in the company of her
London, 1969, Gary working on hip Carnaby Street opposite where his ex-girlfriend Sylvia works, both of them modelling and selling the latest fashions, their cool swag unable to
“I suppose you know we’re cursed from Hell to Christmas, we Whitmans.” Thus spoke Lord Edward Whitman, nobleman and magistrate of a small hamlet in the late sixteenth
It’s around two decades since photographer Alex Clark found moderate success with Death of the New West, his book on the decaying and deserted spaces of ghost towns
