I'm sure you have questions. Yes, it's a custom garden of earthly delights background. No, I'm not a photographer. Sweet of you to ask.
If you haven't heard of N. K. Jemisin, allow me to amend that. Black female psychologist turned rock-star fantasy writer who just snagged the million dollar MacArthur grant for pumping out this beautiful fever dream.
Something's coming for Manhattan, but the city's ready. The living urban sprawl bestows a few unlucky someones from each Burrough as its embodiment to protect its legacy. Brooklyn is a politician, The Bronx is a curator, and of course Staten Island is the blue-collar turncoat that goes Anakin Skywalker on everyone.
This enemy's successfully killed new cities before. It thrives on divisiveness, sews discord as a pastime, and is not ready for the paranormal rumble royale NYC has in its corner.
Hemingway acolytes will turn douchy noses up to the similarities it has to his short 'The City Born,' but real Ernestites will appreciate the nods that flower his minimalist piece into a full-blown epic.