Dividing Canaan: The Journals of Canaan Quintanilla by D.A. Hernandez

Introduction:
In his article “An Infinitude Of Possible Worlds’: Towards A Research Method For Hypertext” Spencer Jordan suggests that:
We live in a world in which almost all media are now dependent on some kind of electronic technology, either in terms of how it is made or/and hosted.  Even traditionally printed novels today almost certainly started life as an electronic file on a word...

Days passed, far too many to keep track of and I became haunted and bereft with the stress of this reality and the other during the course of our travels. I succumbed to my dislocation and fell to my knees in the hot desert sand and screamed up towards...

I sat alone away from the others that night. We could only tell the divide between night and day based on the change in the air. The days were long and stifling with the heat, while night fell with a decrease in temperature, unseasonably cold.
I perched myself on a hill looking off into the distance at the walking dead; what few remained of them. I cleaned the blood off my gauntlet with an old rag Ember had stuffed at the bottom of her basket. I felt remorse at staining the armor, but it did...

How long we walked the next several days I do not know. It could have been an entire continent. At one point, I remember turning to look behind me to see the city, but there was nothing beyond but the distorted ridge of the horizon, the city swallowed...