A million stones, a million bones, a million holes within the chinking

[sovay]

I have not been sleeping well. I dreamed last night for the first time in weeks that I can remember. I had found used hardcovers of Gillian Bradshaw's The Dragon and the Thief and The Land of Gold, which in waking life I have never seen outside of a library; in a college town by the sea, I discovered a corpse in a bed of seaweed, slippery and unrotted, like a bog body. It was sewn within a second shroud of skin, pale and wet as sacking. A friend told me this was standard funerary practice in his denomination of Christianity, so I could stop carrying the head around in a fold of nori for the authorities to investigate. We reburied it in the black salt mud under the bridge where the tide had gone out. I guess my brain is basically all right.

Comments

[sovay]

I'm glad you're dreaming again, though I'm sorry for your not sleeping well.

Thanks. Today has been surprisingly awesome, so I think I'll survive it.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Welcome as always.

I'm glad the day has been surprisingly awesome, and I hope that tommorrow and the following days are much the same.

And that you sleep better tonight.