If “Inner Earth” realms actually existed, Moebius would be their chronicler.
Brief excerpt to entice you to read Dietmar Dath’s staggering but so far obscure bio-sci-fi blockbuster, The Abolition of Species
An excerpt from Vandana Singh’s short story, “Somadeva: A Sky River Sutra”
“Yeah, I’ve seen Torsion Spouts like that plenty, but I’ve never wound up in a friggin’ busted timeship from them. Shit, look at this mess. How are we ever going to get out of here? What were you thinking?”
Another episode from The Annals of the Hotel Amalfi, the Legendary Avant-Pulp Gesamtkunstwerk, in which we follow the misadventures of our Heroine Antaea, who tripped through more than a few portals on her way out of #BurningMan, only to wind up aboard The Poetic Dimension, a Travelller Airship.
Episode Four, Book One, in which the drug-drenched rooftop party at Hotel Amalfi is interrupted by the arrival of a Travelller Airship.
Episode Three, Book One, of TempOTopOTangO, our first visit to the Hotel Amalfi, preferred polar gateway to the Hollow Earth for non-esoteric tourists.
And portals — well, they sort of find you, rather than the other way around. I mean, you can take gobs of drugs, combine any which way, and still not have one. On the other hand, you put enough people together in altered states, in the right geography, and the right timing, and they seem more prone to appear.
Or, Of the Travellers 1.1 MSS. FOUND IN AN ANORAK “Yuck. All lousy options!” Antaea pulled the hangers apart, scanning the rack. Mostly 70s & 80s, polyester pseudo-trendy crap. Cheap enough, but