#post atomic

Small cosy spaces for post atomic life

A f t e r ••• T h e ••• D a r k

In the very center of the Posterra only supercontinent lays a desert. It is not vast, it is not the biggest, but it is well known for one thing - it’s immense levels of radiation. Little is known from the scatterer stories and annals of past civilizations about the cause for its existence. Nuclear wars. Magical discharges of enormous potency. Alien technologies. Cosmic dumpster of unstable aether. One thing is certain - the place is still immensely inimical to life. And that life, of course, thrive there in form of adapted mutant, who form loose and eerie clans with curious faiths, shifting allegiances and short lifespans in most cases. Rarely these products of bygone eras wander outside their poisonous realm. Mostly because outside their irradiated biome they falter. Surely because they bring sickness, desolation and misery to wherever they wander to. And yet, whenever some upstart warlord or lunatic scientist is in need of rare, unstable substance they might just look for a nomad from the Sea of Glow to trade with.

Greetings my young peltox! Can I interest you in some unmoldered felem? They should be good for a season at least!

La Jetée - Chris Marker, 1962