Pick up – by Katrin Buttig

“I knew there would come a fateful day

When I could not escape my part to play,

No matter how hidden, no matter how remote,

In one river of fate do all our little lives float.”

Monolith swamps – by Katrin Buttig

“I wish I could go back

And place a gravestone for a life never lived,

And when I returned I could look upon it,

Already old,

And know I still have time.”

Path – by Katrin Buttig

“There are many paths to tread

When one has left the road,

With no end and no beginning

Despite what you think you’re owed.”

Wasteland Story – by Katrin Buttig

“What a dream, to end with more than we started.

The gift was life, and it was a bittersweet one at that.

We’re all just trying to make sense of what comes after;

Telling our wasteland stories, seeing which will be remembered.”

Float – by Katrin Buttig

“Lonely.

The cold has numbed me.

I am apart from the world.

Lonely.

Would you join me in it?

Here, at the end of it all?”

Bayek of Siwa – by Katrin Buttig

“Who would dream of keeping you in chains?

But you and I, I’m sad to say, are not the same;

And my freedom must be fought for every day.”

Last sunset – by Katrin Buttig

“They chased an army of ghosts,

Always finding their cemeteries

After they’d been left vacant,

As the days grew colder, the nights longer,

The hunters became more and more

Like ghosts themselves.”