Report from the Field: Thala-sirens

By my calculations, I’d been exploring the island for a little over two weeks on the night of the caretakers’ party. I don’t know why, perhaps it was the post-party letdown, the awareness of the return to mundanity on the island, but the next day, I began to feel real anxiety about getting off that …

Report from the Field: the Lanais

The last thing I remember, before waking up in the hut, was tripping on one of the primitive stone steps. It was starting to get dark, so I decided to return to the Bulabird for the night. Turns out, walking down the stone staircase was more precarious than walking up. When I awoke, I found …

Report from the Field: Porgs

The beauty of the island was not enough to calm my nerves. Don’t get me wrong, it was a beautiful island. Dark gray cliffs, bright green vegetation, rich navy water – it was truly a tapestry to behold. I had only landed on this island because I was out of fuel, but I had no …