Salt hit #1. Celia hit her limit. Mowgli lost his voice, Akela sued the air (again), and Poe is now spiritually bonded with the rice cooker. Meanwhile, we’re dodging hate comments, packing for Thailand (badly), and writing political satire fuelled by rage, resilience, and the occasional pear. Welcome to Underland. It’s a mess. It’s ours.
Category Archives: Sound of the Underland
Modernizing the Constitution: Lessons from a Signal Chat. Part 1.
What happens when the Founding Fathers get sick of being misquoted and log back in from the afterlife? Chaos. Group chat chaos.
Join Washington, Hamilton, Madison, Abigail Adams, and a very tired Tommy J as they try to update the U.S. Constitution — one amendment (and one eye-roll) at a time.
Spoiler: No one invited T. Rump. Again.
The Seven Ages of Man-Power
Tired of watching self-proclaimed “experts” spew geopolitical nonsense from their Wi-Fi-enabled soapboxes? Here’s a five-step guide to becoming a top-tier war apologist—plus actual sources debunking the tired myth that Iran has nukes. Sarcasm included. Evidence required.
How to be A Ventriloquist’s Mouthpiece for War-Mongering Propaganda.
Tired of watching self-proclaimed “experts” spew geopolitical nonsense from their Wi-Fi-enabled soapboxes? Here’s a five-step guide to becoming a top-tier war apologist—plus actual sources debunking the tired myth that Iran has nukes. Sarcasm included. Evidence required.
#Get Ready With Me.
A liturgy of taps and tragedy.
Cute dogs. Contoured faces. War zones.
This piece scrolls through the noise of curated apathy —
#Gaza #Bisan
How Privileged Are You, Really? Find Out Now.
You’ve taken quizzes for fun. This one’s not.
A brutal, eerily familiar journey through childhood, work, love, and loss—told through three life paths. Pick your answers. A, B, or C. There are no right choices. Just the ones you recognise. Some more than others.
Dispatches from the Void. X.III
Salt launched early (because patience is for capitalists). River won a challenge on a site run by bots and tech bros. The cats staged an emotional protest. We made pesto. Also, Celia did an interview and accidentally sounded wise. Chaos, poetry, and spite—just another week in Underland.
Salt in the Wound.
Salt in the Wound is out now.
We didn’t make this anthology to soothe or distract. We made it because silence felt worse.
Every page turned is a scream in ink—against injustice, inequality, erasure.
This is print as protest. Resistance you can hold.
Featuring work from 21 fierce contributors who chose to write anyway.
Read it. Share it. Salt the wound.
Art Under Siege
I made paintings. Tech advanced I let the algorithm chew on them. fAce-lIft™ is what happened when I asked AI to distort, not dictate — to echo, not replace. The result? Something almost beautiful, slightly haunted, and very much still mine. If that makes you uncomfortable… good. Come look anyway.
Let Them Eat Eggs.
When Chuck woke up craving eggs, he didn’t expect to lose his savings, his freedom, or his species classification by lunchtime. In a world run by poultry monopolies and algorithmic demagogues, he learns the hard way: it was never about the ducks.
