068/365 10/28/2025

We hid in caves and holes and barns. We hid in crawlspaces, hollowed logs, abandoned cabins high in the hills. Abandoned grocery stores, gas stations, churches and mosques. Janitors’ closets. Attics. Long-dry drain pipes now jutting high above the cracked and desiccated riverbeds. And still they came, their clicking legs and mandibles. The heat of them thrumming as they passed.