About
A science fantasy horror comedy about radios, vanishing
stars, mind eaters, a universe that loves you, and becoming
your own redeemer. A story twice told.
— me (hi!) two pages ago
Achernar1, or: A story that does not exist but threatens us with its existence nonetheless.
Set in the 26th century, Achernar is a retrofuturistic half-hearted meditation on myths, alienation, and increasingly digital days. It is also a recursive love letter to people who can only exist in fiction, an indirect hate letter to an author that dwells outside of it, and the way the difference between the two shrinks.2
Comprised of two standalone but intertwined parts:
There Are No Plutocrats on Pluto (abbrev. TANPOP), &
Tomorrow Is Canceled, Come Back Yesterday (abbrev. TICCBY)
Achernar, or: A project that I (hi again!) plan to work on as I further educate myself on science fiction and many other topics, such as stellar nucleosynthesis and how to prepare good guacamole. Neither of these will necessarily be featured, but they might become relevant in one way or another.
Consider these pages a concept pitch: a mere precursor to the first draft, an ever-changing map of ideas rather than anything concrete. Know that the goofy, naïve aesthetics are misleading, and so are the misplaced anachronisms and cultural references. The purpose of these pages is two-fold—to tease the story and to serve as my site-making playground.
If the former becomes obfuscated by the latter, it is both by design and accident. After all, obfuscation is another running theme in Achernar and a favorite pastime of many of its cast.
Oh, and expect many puzzling changes. Because they will happen. And you will be puzzled.
(...maybe. Most likely not.)
- A working title (...well, um, all of them are... !) ↩
- Directly inspired by one of my favorite short poems ↩
Please, no archiving at the present moment. Thank you.
(I would prefer to archive a less half-baked version in the future.)
