chalk aquifer / chilterns

Gales brandished the half-denuded boughs and whirled the leaves in madcap companies about the roads. The whole world sounded.

​A roaring and a rustle and a creak was everywhere; and dust and dead leaves eddied in the gateways. 

Nan Shepherd, The Quarry Wood, 1928

woody bay / pier ghost / exmoor

How is it that in childhood everything new that caught my interest had an aura of the uncanny, since according to all the authorities the uncanny is not some new thing but a thing known returning in a different form,

become a revenant?

John Banville, The Sea, 2005

interlude / survey / boneblack

There never can be a man so lost as one who is lost in the vast and intricate corridors of his own lonely mind, where none may reach and none may save.

Asimov

just drifting / camber / siliqua patula

It follows from this that the disciplined and watchful eye may find already existing objects as revelatory as any created by the artist. For such objects are not made by artistic will and intention but by the hazards of chance and change, and the artistic act consists in their discovery.

Gooding

cities and the dead / IV

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What makes Argia different from other cities is that it has earth instead of air. The streets are completely filled with dirt, clay packs the rooms to the ceiling, on every stair another stairway is set in negative, over the roofs of the houses hang layers of rocky terrain like skies with clouds. We do not know if the inhabitants can move about the city, widening the worm tunnels and the crevices where roots twist: the dampness destroys people's bodies, and they have scant strength; everyone is better off remaining still, prone; anyway, it is dark. 

From up here, nothing of Argia can be seen; some say "It's down below there," and we can only believe them. The place is deserted.

​At night, putting your ear to the ground, you can sometimes hear a door slam.

Calvino

interlude

I rhyme to see myself,

to set the darkness echoing.

​Heaney