Creation story
Martha Barlow

“In the beginning was the end.
A junkyard. A pile of scraps. A veritable mountain of things discarded and disused. A wasteland of the failed attempts to build something meaningful, something that would last, something that would not simply be destroyed by its inhabitants. A heap of broken things, lost things, forgotten things. Rusted old machines, cogs jammed and overgrown with brown, spiky weeds, bright bits of plastic dulled to a pale grey, snapped into shards and scattered among the dirt …”