A note from Ridley Park on language, consent, and the limits of knowing.
Well, this oneâs live.
Sustenance has officially launched.
If Propensity was about engineered peace through probabilistic compliance, Sustenance asks what happens when understanding itself breaks downâand nothing you think is mutual, is.
No war. No invasion. No end-of-days. Just a quiet landing. And a failure to translate.
The Premise
A group of non-human beings arriveânot in conquest, not in friendship, but in continuity. They are not like us. They do not see like us. They donât even mean like us.
There is no universal translator.
No welcome committee.
Just humansâinterpreting through projection, desire, and confusion.
And aliensâoperating by a logic that doesnât require interpretation.
The Themes
Sustenance explores what happens when:
- Language fails and nothing fills the gap
- Consent becomes guesswork
- Culture is mistaken for nature
- Property has no meaning, and law no parallel
- Sex isnât private, sacred, violentâor even especially enjoyable
- Memory becomes narrative, and narrative becomes defence
- Contact isnât miraculousâitâs awkward, biological, and quietly irreversible
This is a story about misunderstanding. Not just what others meanâbut who we are when we assume we understand anything at all.
The Tone
Think Arrival but rural. Annihilation without the shimmer.
A bit of VanderMeer. A hint of Flannery OâConnor. The cornfields are real. The discomfort is earned.
No apocalypse.
Just a failure to process.
And maybe, something new inside the gap that opens when the old stories no longer apply.
Why Write This?
Because contact doesnât have to be violent to be destabilising.
Because not all miscommunication is linguisticâsome is anatomical.
Because the most alien thing we can encounter is ourselves, misinterpreted.
Because I wanted to write a story where the question isnât âwhat do they want?â but âwhat have we already assumed?â
Now Available
Sustenance is available now in hardcover, paperback, and Kindle.
If you read itâthank you. If you donât, thatâs fine.
The misunderstanding will continue regardless.
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Ridley Park
Possibly a person. Possibly a place. Possibly both.