There is a lake in that town.

A pedestrian unfriendly walk up the road from where I lived in Webster MA, is this place with a fantastical name- Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg. The Lake.  These are some pics from last summer that I found in a hard drive. There is magic in Webster, but there is also great, overpowering darkness (ignorance) so those brief moments of …

Susanne Sundfør – The Brothel

This: a gorgeous poem/song.(I cannot vouch for the total accuracy of these lyrics, but they seem close enough.) Purple pavementsCrooked fingers knocking on windows without soulsBodies are swinging from rooftops and polesHowling through hollowsRestless nights in one night cheap hotelsOh, I’m only drifting to always come back And I search for somethingOh, whatever I don’t really careDriving with …