The End of Everything
For years Phillip Tennent lived at the edge of the sea, where artefacts were washed up every day. Scavengers, professional and otherwise, came and went. Turnover was higher than you’d expect given the relaxed lifestyle, the constant good weather, the
Phillip Tennent had lived at the edge of the sea for years, scavenging for artifacts among the daily wash-ups. The beachcombers, both casual and dedicated, came and went, with most taking only the easiest items to sell elsewhere. Tennent, however, remained committed, waiting for something that would capture his attention. His living structures glowed at night from a distance.
The beachcombers had their social structures and superstitions, with the tideline defining a distinctive aesthetic. Further inland, the area was darker and more threatening, with its own rules and territoriality. One day, Tennent met a woman on his way down from the beach, carrying groceries in a broken bag. They exchanged glances and shared a laugh before she asked about the sea's condition that day.
Tennent said it would eventually turn into speech. They waved to each other, both feeling a sense of longing and anticipation. Marnie, Tennent's aunt and a painter, lived in a house overlooking the sea. She had moved from London years ago and had remained a vital part of Tennent's life. When the iGhetti arrived, he found his way to her house and discovered something of interest. He brought it with him, hoping to discuss its significance with her.
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