in dreamspace the sky is wild and full of signs; the machinations of the cosmos display themselves in all their horror.
the storms bring the birds, flat glassy eyes peering in through windows. the wildlife is bolder here. moths and bats in the rafters; small soft creatures rooting through the side yard.
it all began with the library, the volumes anchoring the dreamspace for further exploration. stacks on stacks, stairs on stairs, and forgotten shadowed crawlspaces in between.
a sea and its sharp islands, strange inhabitants. stay near the jagged coasts; the deep has its own gravity well.
travel always happens at night. the roads fold in on themselves, brake lights like pearls on string, tangling.