Comments

The cliched description of a misty landscape that I will always go out of my way to avoid is “shrouded in mist”. I don’t care if a hill or tree gets up on its own secret legs, does a little fancy walk and grabs an actual shroud made of mist out of a nearby cupboard then gets fully inside it. I will still refuse to describe it as being shrouded in mist.

“The role of the artist is exactly the same as the role of the lover. If I love you, I have to make you conscious of the things you don’t see.”

― James Baldwin

The excitement of the first copy of a new book… and yes there are fairies….

Error