You have woken up in a strange new place. Everything is just as you left it, see right over there is the same lamp you’ve had for years, and up there is your old painting of roses (or is it a peacock?) and just out your window you can see cars passing by. They’re the same cars that passed by yesterday and likely the same cars that will pass by again tomorrow.

Everything around you is the same. Yet everything is different.

It is the new world order.

On your computer, blinking there on your dusty desk, the same desk you’ve had since college, you find a place with a weird name. People who might understand your strange new world where nothing and everything has changed. People who remind you that we’re none of us alone.

People who understand that sometimes you slay the dragon. Sometimes the dragon slays you.

Press here to exit to find pictures of cats playing the piano.