Prone to mudslides, the tall islands of Trepidatious float. Each island city vies for distinction. However, no decision about which city deserves honors has been made. Most denizens attend college, but few receive degrees for everyone frequently changes direction. Often leaders fall into the sea while debating some issue. There are frequent elections and long-winded debates. Few immigrate to Trepidatious.
“I’d be afraid my house would slide into the sea,” says Fromme Wilder.
“We’d move further inland if we knew when it was safe to go,” says Yol Tal.
Miserable once loomed on the edge of the highest cliff on the biggest of the Trepidatious Islands. Then it slid into the sea. Now capitol lies in rocky seaside, salt encrusted ruins.
“The leaders of Miserable were arguing a matter of import before the city fell,” says the Guide. “And now they continue as ghosts haunting the Ruins of Miserable.”
“If only we had access to the crowd-sourcing devices of Commonsense!” says Yoa Tal.
Fog shrouds Miserable. On rare days when the fog lifts Trepidatians look down upon the ruins, they ask, “Isn’t that our capitol?”.
What is this? Emotion 365: Every Day a New Emotion
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