Steadfast princess of leather and hardwood, many times tested, waiting just off the path — for she is stillness and shelter, for she is the watcher on the edge of the territory, for she is an invisible line that only the chosen can cross. And who chooses? The one with the bright eyes and the…
Every moment is so full of passageways and chambers, courtyards and galleries. Is the job of you, with your thousand selves, to occupy each one and come to know it intimately.
What’s this on the horizon? The ships of humans have that specifically human smell, whether they be tankers or cruise liners or cargo.
Whatever you are, you have no smell but rust and oil. Absence set your course. There is a groaning and a sort of alien purpose, but no soul to speak of.
I call this my sword of unsealing, my releasing steel. With these edges, I can cut myself beautifully open and step into the breach. My dreams have been carved slowly out of my dense column of years, and with this sword, I can hew it back into its original, unformed state. When the shadows come…
Where should we put our money, eh? We can put it on heads, and charge forward into the bright light. We can put it on tails, and let the wind take us where it wants, which will probably be somewhere that (to its credit) doesn’t know us yet. Or we can stop it in mid-air…
There’s something about this place — timeless, elusive. Every time I leave, I forget that it’s here, and when I come back, I forget about everywhere else. I don’t think it lives in the same space-time as the rest of the world… the boat should have rotted and sunk long ago. The tree is green,…
Sleep, friends — stop worrying and sleep.
I’m here to be your refuge, me and my blade and my body.
I am here to shelter you — a fortress made of shadow and stone.
In my memories of this time, the Franklin Institute is a strangely bare and echoey place of learning and wandering, a true “Institute“ of hard surfaces and high ceilings and placards. three key landmarks especially stuck with me: a giant pendulum hanging down from the ceiling of a stairwell, a clockwork display of balls rolling along tracks, and a scaled up model of a human heart that we could walk through.