Monthly Archives: March 2011

For the next few days, I’m going to be ridiculously busy. And not just that, but ridiculously tired. I have a couple of deadlines, and I’m already not getting enough sleep but will be getting even less. So I can’t … Continue reading →

The first time I saw Gwen, I thought I was looking into a mirror. At a prettier version of myself. She didn’t wear the glasses that I usually wear for nearsightedness. Her hair was longer and curlier than mine. And … Continue reading →

The strangest thing about the Castle in the Lake is watching it rise out of the lake, water streaming from its battlements. Hyacinth and I were standing by the side of the lake. We had gotten there the same way … Continue reading →

There was a tree growing out of the dining room table. It was only an illusion, of course. An oak tree, its trunk thick with years. Its branches reached up to the sky, its roots were covered with moss. On … Continue reading →

Surrounding Mrs. Moth’s house are gardens. A series of gardens, all different. When I walk among them, I sometimes forget which one leads into another. Or maybe they move around? I think they move around, sometimes. Just so as not … Continue reading →

When I got back to Mrs. Moth’s house, it was almost dark. I had not meant to spend so long in town. In the front hall, I saw my suitcases. “We thought you might like your own clothes,” said Mrs. … Continue reading →

On the way back to Mrs. Moth’s house, or rather a short detour from it, there is a sort of waste. What I mean by a waste is land that is no good for farming. It’s in the foothills of … Continue reading →