the party wouldn't stop for sunrise
by Sean Orlando
Imagine a world in which there aren't natural trees anymore…maybe there are a few left in special National Maximum Security Parks. Maybe the memory of a tree is so far gone from living memories that people try to recreate what they imagine they've lost using another sort of Romantic imagery, one of machinery, scavenged gears, gathered belts, haunted steam pipes, gleaned gauges, rusty metal and gobs and gobs of steam. In short, though our natural world may change, the human drive to connect with it and one another remains; it is second nature. Enter the Steampunk Tree House!