Harry Handelbar
People talk about destinations as if they are grand revelations, but most of them are just rooms...
Harry Handelbar
Harry is a satirist in remission who now moonlights as a metaphysical desk jockey. He specialises in cosmic admin, recursive nonsense, and the occasional algorithmic incident report. One poem he wrote still hasn’t stopped, and several readers claim it whispers back during thunderstorms.
The divine has a flair for drama, but not for location. Which is why, on a perfectly...
This briefing was supposed to cover “routine personal maintenance.” Usually, that is code for something dull enough...
The incident began during a routine audit of the Department’s Passive Systems division. In this sector, staff...
The Pikers of Egg Beta III in the constellation of Felix Hash Minor faced spatial constraints, but...
The leak arrived as a PDF, of course. Not a burning bush, not a trumpet blast, just...
The Offline Button has begun its quiet revolt. Once a humble escape hatch, it now acts as...
QR codes cover everything, receipts exist only in the cloud, and fridges aggressively demand your Wi‑Fi password....
I am a smoke detector committed to nonviolence. My designers gave me a siren loud enough to...
In the shimmering sideshow of being, five archetypes tumble from the cosmic caravan. Body, Mind, Heart, Soul,...
