Saint Val and I are disappearing

"What am I looking for?" I demanded of myself for the nth time. Amongst cobwebs, creaking drawers and dusted mirrors - in which I appeared to myself as a foggy ghost from the blurred periphery of mine eye - I rummaged around fervently despite having no idea what exactly I was searching out. I had … Continue reading Saint Val and I are disappearing


A Dream of: Antiquity Ses

Horror, the pure unrestrained horror. Separate images ambushed and attacked my mind, one by one as if my brain was being sliced and seasoned down the line from cook to cook; a shishkebab chandelier, a fondue of rancid blood, men with pig faces eating pork, tusked women shoving live eels into their mouths, relishing the … Continue reading A Dream of: Antiquity Ses