You never will be simplified and never will be synchronized
We saw exactly three meteors for forty-five minutes of freezing our asses off under the autumn stars, but the constellations glittered sharply while we were out and the clouds moved in almost as soon as we got home, whereupon we declared this year's Leonid expedition a success and I discovered that Paula Guran had said nice things about "Tea with the Earl of Twilight" in the October issue of Locus:
Sonya Taaffe's "Tea with the Earl of Twilight" is a haunting ghost story but also enough of a paean to and description of the environs, architecture, and waterways of Cambridge and Boston MA to serve in (an extremely poetic and slightly weird) tourist brochure . . . Sid is haunted by her ghost, not so much in any traditional sense but at least partially by the question: "When the dams failed at last and the tide rolled up the Charles, would he still be there on his dock of weeds and heavy metals, his cigarette glowing under the dusk-blue water like a phantom light?" This is a fine modern eerie tale.
I can live with being an extremely poetic and slightly weird tourist brochure, actually.
spatch got a suitable picture of me on a streetlit corner.

Sonya Taaffe's "Tea with the Earl of Twilight" is a haunting ghost story but also enough of a paean to and description of the environs, architecture, and waterways of Cambridge and Boston MA to serve in (an extremely poetic and slightly weird) tourist brochure . . . Sid is haunted by her ghost, not so much in any traditional sense but at least partially by the question: "When the dams failed at last and the tide rolled up the Charles, would he still be there on his dock of weeds and heavy metals, his cigarette glowing under the dusk-blue water like a phantom light?" This is a fine modern eerie tale.
I can live with being an extremely poetic and slightly weird tourist brochure, actually.
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We may have accidentally achieved spirit photography.
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spirit photography! for the win. I did the same thing as
davidgillon, and marveled at your features melting under my closer inspection.