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when i think of Viriconium
now, it seems very far away yet having an unrealistic clarity, like something seen through optical glass. When I think of Viriconium now, it seems very far away yet having an unrealistic clarity, like something seen through optical glass. When … Continue reading
Filed under fantasy
1984
I haven’t posted (& probably won’t, much) because I’m writing. But here’s a bit from a 1984 notebook, which some may recognise in its more written-up form– We were looking down into a deep Gothic ravine, at the dry bottom … Continue reading
Filed under landscape
the aleph of east sheen
B knelt down to look at the foot of the wall. He seemed to have found something there among the ivy, the dead leaves, the litter of discarded condoms & wrappers trodden into the ground beneath the yews. After a … Continue reading
Filed under ghosts, lost & found, the horror
on the couch
Simon Chapman reads “The East” at Starship Sofa.
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