Originally posted on Dispatches from the edge or do slipstreams dream?:hogmany ….there it was again.that last day of the year
as it comes at the death of every year.the house draws people to
itself like a lonely old whore.looks long gone and the facade
crumbling but offering space and companionship to anyone willing to
ignore the crumbling facade.
people ,people it craves, life.the house once…