For whatever reason these four short scifi stories are interconnected. It was never my intention nor concept, these stories were written at different times in my life; yet they all speak to the philosophy & concepts of reality, creation, chaos, order, and individuality.
All works ©️ Jacob Pickard. 1995-2026.
Compartmentalized
Accessed when needed
Cached in dust
Pushed away, Given the hand
Boundries surround me, not for thee
Break glass, emergency
Kept to the edges
Unsupported extension
Unable to convert
Purpose lost
Overwhelmed in memory
©️ Jacob Pickard. 2026.
“And when it’s all too late
You won’t see me“
The opposition
Carcinogenic sweat that hides
The persecution
These hidden walls keep us aligned
Yeah, they keep us in line
Fourteen hours more
Covert tonight
The operation
A covert plan to get outside
The consecration
An archetype of a will that shines
Shining alive
Will you die or can we keep you alive?
When there is a machine gun on every corner
You won’t see me
When your every move is monitored
You won’t see me
When there is a federal eye in every household
You won’t see me
And when it’s all too late
You won’t see me
Ten A.M. · Snapcase
End Transmission
℗ 2002 Craft Recordings., Distributed by Concord.
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