Some time, in a place that was and is the abbey, that is in this world and in Dream

She is coming.

I can feel her, that nasty bitch, like a tooth ache or a splinter. She nearly killed me, and I still suffer for it. Partly it was my own fault, for not remembering that silly service gods like her love to throw themselves on their own swords to look ( Read more... )

Wednesday, September 17th, early morning,
Silk road heading towards the bridgeThe dreamlands have come to us. At least that's what it looks like. Things are even crazier than they were when everyone's wishes were coming true. It feels like a huge bubble of dreamstuff is expanding out from the center of town.  Or maybe that's just my waking mind ( Read more... )

Thursday, September 4
The Carnival Living Lot

Them crow feathers want me to paint with 'em. They really do. I stuck 'em in my bag, and then I could still feel 'em so I stuck the bag under a pile of clothes, and then I still knew they was there ( Read more... )

Wednesday, August 4
Afternoon

We're havin' a Summer Sun Day next week. Gotta do somethin' different, I guess, to keep people comin' in. So the gates're all draped in yellow and I'm makin' pictures of suns to put on all of the rides and booths. Some of 'em are just paint, and some of 'em I put tears in so they've got rays that glow and shimmer like ( Read more... )

Saturday, July 24
The Dormouse, early afternoonMarket's busy today, which means I am not. That's alright, I like quiet Saturdays, especially the one's where Romana has off ( Read more... )

Thursday, July 8th [Day 403]
Early morning
Carnivale lot

Rain. It rained. Yesterday. Good. My bucket should be full of water.

Can't seem to get the energy to trek to the showers today. The little leak in my roof drips into that bucket. I can use that, try to wash up some. Should be clean enough.

Can't remember the last time I was this sick. Skipped out ( Read more... )

Mid-afternoon of Tuesday, 29th June
The AbbeyIt's a bright warm day, and the church, my church, rings with the sound of a community in song. Every pew is filled, and there are even people standing at the back of the church and spilling onto the porch, leaning into the doorway to hear Ash's words, and singing out familiar hymns of summer and ( Read more... )

[Early morning of Sunday, June 27 (day 392)]
[Out in the park]I smell like beer. Which, since it's oh-god-early on a Sunday morning, sometime between breakfast and church, would be kinda embarrassing if I'd been drinking ( Read more... )

[Morning of Tuesday, June 15, day 380]
[On Main Street, outside the Cockaigne]It's a slow day--I mean, the weather's nice and that's starting to help, and the weekend wasn't too bad, but Monday mornings are a slow slow thing. And I don't have anything to get done, so I headed out and down the road, figured I'd take a look, stretch my legs, maybe ( Read more... )

Monday, May 24
Outside Genny's trailer

Everythin was great, and then it wasn't.

Nu had a baby. I helped Nu have a baby. Never thought I'd like babies so much, but this one was different. Never thought there'd be so much to see in a baby that didn't even talk or nothin'. I went to play with them every day, and I drew pictures of 'em both. Real ( Read more... )