the tamago report

Eggs benedictated

Tag: writing

superposition

by MDY

I sometimes feel like I’m not one person, but infinite copies of myself stretched across time, like a concertina fold of character. And since I’m not who I was, then everything I do becomes an act of trust in a stranger, from past or future – from looking for my passport to writing this note. Do I trust myself? Not always, but I don’t have a choice. All I can do is do my best for the next copy in front of me, and the next, and the next, and hope they don’t screw up.

A SHORT STORY ABOUT ZOMBIES IN THE WORKFORCE.

by MDY

Ever since Bennie became a zombie, he’s been promoted twice as fast as everyone else on the team. It’s not like he’s more productive – and his communications skills are literally monosyllabic – but he works through the night every night and he has an excuse for looking half-dead in the morning. I overheard HR the other day discussing Ebola as a way to boost workforce output. No offence, but his cubicle smelt corrupt even before he turned.

A SHORT STORY ABOUT MARRIAGE.

by MDY

I got married to a kraken yesterday. People often ask me if it’s a case of opposites attract – I work in HR, he sinks pirate ships and terrorises coastal towns – but you don’t fall in love with someone just because of who they are or aren’t. When he wraps his tentacles around me I feel so safe, like the world could tumble down and I wouldn’t have to know. We’ve already picked out our new place, a little cottage by the sea. He wants to call it Atlantis. He’s silly like that.