I’m finding quarantine to be an amazing time to revert to the basest, most vile
version of myself I’ve worked years to outgrow
I’m reading a book about the guy who discovered the colour “mauve”
and googling vintage wallpaper don’t tell me what day it is
I’ve never been patient I don’t know how to “let something go”
people love encouraging self-care until it’s inconvenient for them
everyone on twitter is upset and that’s the point
one time I had a trainer who was like instead of having 4 drinks in one night
you should have 4 drinks in one week and I was like yeah
that’s definitely an amazing idea
boys love getting haircuts
boys love analogies
boys love arguing and calling it philosophy
this guy who wronged me just liked my comment on our mutual friend’s Instagram   I’m almost 30

Catherine Cohen

Those knives for slicing open a man’s skull, those needles for sewing up the lips. Just what kind of skins had we seen? And now I thought about the large pots in the kitchen, large enough to contain a whole head…

I steadied myself on the stack of tea chests. “What is Eaton involved with?”

“Does this mean he’s killing people?” asked Flossie…

Sam’s white face was now glistening with sweat. “Wait…not so fast! There has to be some rational explanation for all this.”

There was a click. Followed by a humming sound. We all jumped. Then I realised it was coming from a small fridge in the corner that none of us had noticed before.

We all stared at it. “OK,” I said. “Who’s brave enough to look in there?”

Fiona Dunbar
Divine Freaks

He talked about terrible meetings in lonely places, of cyclopean ruins in the heart of the Maine woods beneath which vast staircases led down to abysses of nighted secrets, of complex angles that led through invisible walls to other regions of space and time, and of hideous exchanges of personality that permitted explorations in remote and forbidden places, on other worlds, and in different space-time continua.

H.P. Lovecraft
The Thing on the Doorstep


June 2, 2020

There is no such things as magic, though there is such a thing as knowledge of the hidden ways of Nature.

H. Rider Haggard
She: A History of Adventure


June 2, 2020

lost vocabularies

June 2, 2020

I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.

Jack Gilbert
The Great Fires

the night dance

June 2, 2020

Offering up your secrets in a quiet, hesitant voice, you sense her desire punctuating your many silences – like flames flickering in some sacred ritual, until you both become entwined shadows in the night dance.