Some Walk Away

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In 1973, Ursula K. Le Guin published a short story, called “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas.” She describes in flowery language a sort of utopian city (Omelas) in which every inhabitant lives in utmost happiness, wealth, contentment and joy. Every person enjoys unparalleled success, health, and all the benefits of social progress…except one person.In a basement, you see, there is a child that lives in absolute squalor and abuse. No, more—the child must live in horrible conditions in order … [Read more...]

What We Built From Ruins, Part Four

Berlin Raben

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] I. The grove was still as the sun set, a chill upon the evening settling the spirits of the students into a contemplative gaze.  The Druid felt the cold in his bones a bit more every year, and this evening particularly.  Age and the world weighed upon him almost as heavily as memory.He sighed.  “We’d thought we could go on like this forever, you know.  You, who weren’t yet born cannot perhaps understand what such an illusion is.  What are your illusions, w … [Read more...]

What We Built From Ruins, Part Three

Berlin Raben

[Part One] [Part Two] I. The sun had descended even further in the sky, bathing the grove in brilliant hues of gilded light, a final embrace before the ending of day.  The visages of the gathered students soaked up this light, deepening the features the Druid had failed to glimpse earlier--catching the coarse scruff of the skeptic’s jaw, the scattered freckles upon the face of the fire-haired woman,  and also the soft curve of another woman’s cheek, the sharp chin on the man who’d just spoken. … [Read more...]

What We Built From Ruins (Part Two)

Berlin Raben

(Part One is here) I. "I remember how we tried everything."The old man's face was turned towards the students, but he wasn't looking at them.  His eyes tried to see something else, something in the space between what was before him and what had been.  His silence seemed to unnerve a few of them.He began again.  "We tried everything to keep what we'd thought was important.  We tried turning our food into fuel for our cars, but then there wasn't enough food to eat.  Going fast or forcing … [Read more...]

What We Built From Ruins (Part One)

Berlin Raben

(This is a work of fiction in response to the question posed by Christine Kraemer, "What do we hope to build?") I. The autumnal light shown gold and rose through the branches of the alder and birch as the group appeared. Despite his weak eyes and failing hearing, the old Druid needed no notice of their arrival—the young are never inconspicuous.“You’re here for a tale?” he called out, startling them.After a moment of confusion they all noticed him, and one called out in return. “Yes--W … [Read more...]


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