What Your Week Has In Store

The Fail Whale by

Unfortunately, after you’ve booked passage on a frigate bound for southern waters in order to avoid what you’re dreading doing, the weather turns violent for days on end and finally the superstitious crew decide to toss you overboard into the roiling hillsides of a ridiculous sea.

Not Knowing by

Walking down the dirt road in some middle region of the Russian taiga it’ll begin to rain just as the night falls from the sky. Off through the woods you’ll see the dark eves of a dacha and jogging now you’ll make your way down a rutted path to a low house in the dripping pines.

Purgatorio by

Coming around a bend on the sunny afternoon asphalt you’ll find a bee-keeper, dressed in his bee-keeping vestments, tending leisurely the crooked white bee towers amidst a cloud of lazy spring bees.