Lament of Spaces

Some spaces you walk into. Some spaces walk into you. Someone wakes up trapped in an endless white room. An agoraphobic writer is being driven mad by a scratching in her walls. A scholar spends years trading everything he has for one forbidden book. A grieving mother is offered a way to be with her drowned daughter again. A man working late finds the office parking garage has no bottom, and no shortage of people who never found one either.

And at the center of the collection: Vagabond . A generation ship leaves a dying Earth carrying the last of humanity, sustained by a mycological system engineered to recycle everything, waste, the dead, anything organic, back into food. The horror here is liminal. The space between life and death. Between inside and outside. Between knowing and not knowing. Between leaving and arriving. Between human and something else. These are not stories about monsters. They are stories about what fills the space a person leaves behind.

Not all thresholds lead somewhere you can come back from. Welcome to Lament of Spaces.