It’s a strange helplessness. Planetary helplessness. As if humanity is a meteor that can’t help but continuously crash into Earth.

(The Princess of Vampire Fern) is now immortalized in a painting hidden behind the wall of ferns.

In this excerpt, Alvarez discusses the potential for technology built around the mysterious Vampire Fern, the plant that can't be seen on camera.

Early yesterday morning, Freyja the last living orca suffered cardiac arrest and died, signifying the end of the species.

The film is a crucial part of spreading the word about the mythic Indigo Purple Vampire Fern, and the filmmakers are ecstatic.

Exciting news comes to the forests of the metaverse. I’m honored to announce that the Legend of the Vampire Fern short-doc has been accepted into the the GENESIS Film Festival!

I don’t mind brushing my teeth in the morning but it seems silly to do it before I’ve eaten anything. I know this kid named Todd Kemp who used to live next door and he brushed his teeth as soon as he woke up, even before eating breakfast. It doesn’t make sense to me but everyone has their own way of doing things.

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Sometimes I practice dying, but not the serious kind. I close my eyes and do it slow and see how long I can last before taking in another breath. I’ll even make a sound like it’s the last life in me. Just a dead kid with dead eyes and a dead face. It’s one of the things I do before bed if I can’t sleep right away. I put off breathing as long as I possibly can and then poof. The first breath back in is always so urgent. Such a heavy heave and gasp for air. Impossible to slow. It’s not like I’m just going to let myself stop breathing. What’s the rush? I don’t know why I get so panicked about some things. Especially breathing. Why does even breathing worry me?