The night before, meanwhile, I dreamed about this very specific landscape I visit every now and then, which is simultaneously wild and unforgiving yet somehow familiar--a bit like Scotland, a bit like Tasmania, a bit like Northern Ontario. There are cliffs and a lake, woods with pine-needle carpeting and big rocks, an overhanging, dark and varicoloured sky, lots of grey and green and black, with vast ruined buildings and weirdly decayed small-town streets.
I like that you have recurring landscapes. Mine are mostly cities.
Sometimes I wonder whether this is someplace I'm going to end up, and if so, if I really want to. There's not a lot of company.
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The night before, meanwhile, I dreamed about this very specific landscape I visit every now and then, which is simultaneously wild and unforgiving yet somehow familiar--a bit like Scotland, a bit like Tasmania, a bit like Northern Ontario. There are cliffs and a lake, woods with pine-needle carpeting and big rocks, an overhanging, dark and varicoloured sky, lots of grey and green and black, with vast ruined buildings and weirdly decayed small-town streets.
I like that you have recurring landscapes. Mine are mostly cities.
Sometimes I wonder whether this is someplace I'm going to end up, and if so, if I really want to. There's not a lot of company.
Now that sounds like one of your characters.