SA Author. As ceaseless jingles play over the radio, a family drives toward yet another rental inspection. A woman, spoon held hovering over her plate, counts the macros in her microplastics. Politicians argue via 15-second video loops. Meanwhile, over on a dying planet, nostalgia is the only fuel that remains. While the foundations of everything are shaking, Splinter follows the rising tone of laughter (or is that the wail of a siren?) to discover an escape (NB: not escapist) route via the short stories, poetry, and essays in its fifth issue, which (loosely) redefine progress for the polycrisis era.
