Shrinky Dink Future

In the panic of finals, I had a dream. I was transported into the future via a crashed Max. I may have been on the way to work when my commute became time travel. As I emerged I saw Portland in a new state. The Iron Bridge was up to its metaphorical knees in water and plants consumed it. All land was gone save for bountiful rice fields. Buildings pierced these fields and were connected by a complicated system of suspended light rail trains. The rest of it all was water which met the sky in a gray, indiscernible oblivion. The buildings were filled with large lofts and wide staircases and everyone was quite mellow













Pen on Shrinky Dinks. All smaller than 3 1/2"x2". Very tiny.