A bookshop. Just any bookshop. It shouldn’t be. Margo is aware enough of that for it to hurt just sitting here on the rungs of this ladder that feels so familiar and yet isn’t. Everything feels the same way. Familiar and too strange. As if she’s seen this place on tv, and is busy having […]Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 45: Start With One"
If light were given voice, and screamed, what sound would it make? There’s a moment, when Margo pulls the cork from the bottle, and the Radiance realises what she’s done, that she knows that sound intimately. It is not a sound she can hear. It is beyond the capacity of her ears to process. This […]Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 44: I Have Seen the Light"
Her task complete, the bottle pressed hard against the soft skin of her breast, Margo holds tight to Vespesian’s body, and waits. Cocooned in pain and darkness, she hopes. Tries not to think. To feel. But there is no cure for thinking. Or feeling. Rolf is within her; she can feel him as sure as […]Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 43: What We Do To Survive"
Flagstone. Cold. Unyielding. Bruising soft flesh, and the bones beneath. Still he crawls on, drawn now by the gentle tug against his palm. The bottle. Like calling to like, to antithesis, to equal, to opposite, all unwilling and spitting fury like hailstones. Abrading his mind, they fall and fall, never-ending, such expulsions of hatred, of […]Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 42: Facing the Light"
In the belly of darkness, Margo struggles along, searching. Rolf’s in here somewhere, heart and breath reduced to whispers, but still holding on, still waiting for her to find him, still waiting for his Moe. His agony rings in her like bells, resounding in the marrow of her. She wraps herself in it, taking as […]Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 41: In the Belly of Darkness"
Moe would run. He would run until he broke. Until he could not breathe. Until his heart ruptured within his chest. All the way to Rolf. Into the castle. Into danger. Into the Mother’s arms. Into darkness. The devouring shadow. He would run there freely, if it would take him to Rolf. Instead, he walks. […]Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 40: Trials and Strange Company"
The bottle in his hand is too small to feel as heavy as it does. Moe longs to place it back in the cylinder, hide it, but it refuses to be contained, and it desires other hands than his. He can feel its disdain for his touch; feel its desire to be in hands that […]Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 39: The Devouring Shadow"