To the West of London lies Hell. The Stolen River runs through it. The Brass Embassy is the Western Tower. Whatever lies in the East may well be Hell's opposite -- Heaven, salvation. It is rumoured the Widow's brandy comes thence, and therein is eternal life.
On Mutton Island, the landlord of the Cock and Magpie, a woman with an army of children, and the Custodial Chef go from house to house each dawn. They assure that no light emanates from either the Northern or Eastern windows of the island. Whether this is practical, ritual, neither, or both is a subject of some debate between myself and my partner.
I dreamt of a fleet sailing due East, but its course gradually turned North. I turned my gaze Northeast, away from the sun, and when I awoke the storms were already in my eyes.
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Date: 2011-12-02 12:54 am (UTC)To the West of London lies Hell. The Stolen River runs through it. The Brass Embassy is the Western Tower. Whatever lies in the East may well be Hell's opposite -- Heaven, salvation. It is rumoured the Widow's brandy comes thence, and therein is eternal life.
On Mutton Island, the landlord of the Cock and Magpie, a woman with an army of children, and the Custodial Chef go from house to house each dawn. They assure that no light emanates from either the Northern or Eastern windows of the island. Whether this is practical, ritual, neither, or both is a subject of some debate between myself and my partner.
I dreamt of a fleet sailing due East, but its course gradually turned North. I turned my gaze Northeast, away from the sun, and when I awoke the storms were already in my eyes.
They say only a fool would go North.