Fictional

The Seismic Ruin

The man-made polder stretches until the horizon. No memory of a natural past can be seen. In this rational landscape, time does not seem to exist. Yet underneath the surface the landscape is changing. So far, 94 houses have collapsed

The Seismic Ruin

The man-made polder stretches until the horizon. No memory of a natural past can be seen. In this rational landscape, time does not seem to exist. Yet underneath the surface the landscape is changing. So far, 94 houses have collapsed