Aurochs Ford 2
He wakes up again, without haste, as one comes back from a journey that cannot be written.
Tag: eternal-present
Aurochs Ford 1
When the rain crackles on the tiles of his house, Aurochs Ford Street, he gives himself to dreams
Remember Hyperborea
I remember Hyperborea. There I grew up lulled by fairies, breastfed by muses.