It’s been said that a princess stuck, trapped, and forever doomed to waste away in the recesses of a castle is supposed to be saved by a Prince Charming. A prince strong and bold in nature, a hero charismatic and alluring. The one who would hastily gallop straight into the heart of danger and save me from this unsightly and retched place. I’ve been told that story for years, or at least that’s wha...

Where to begin? I don’t even remember a time when I didn’t have to scavenge. Honestly, it’s just something I do to pass the time more than it is to survive. Tattered amber cloth, scrap motor parts too rusted to be useful, some old D batteries, and something that seems like what could’ve been a cellphone. I never understood how a device this small used to be the epicenter of communication when all...