everything
was so long ago
__________
Notes:
1. Written on September 25th, 2020
__________everything
was so long ago
__________
Notes:
1. Written on September 25th, 2020
__________They built a calendar out of trees and flowers in the meadows around the town.
12 groves in a circle, a new colour blooming each month.
In January, the white of snowdrops
In February, the yellow of daffodils
In March, the green of grey willow
In April, the blue of wisteria
In May, the pink of cherry blossoms
In June, the red of poppies
In July, the honeyed yellow of catkins on sweet chestnut trees
In August, the purple velvet of tufted vetch
In September, the crimson of burnet
In October, the gold of autumn hawkbit
In November, the grey beards clinging to the branches of the clematis trees
Then December comes.
In the silence nothing grows,
but much is buried
_________
Notes:
1. Written on September 4, 2019
2. And reminiscent of this previous tale – The town, the forest, the past
__________
Notes:
1. Made between May 4th and May 7th, 2014
2. This video is intentionally left soundless
There was a thing on the wall, twitching, clicking. One tick every second, a chime upon the hour. In this way it consumed my life.
I begged it to stop, but it would not stop.
___________
Notes:
__________
Notes:
1. Written in June and July, 2007
2. The castle at the end of time is sort of based on the castle in Walking On Glass by Iain Banks
3. Or at least on how I misimagined it__________
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