Longue houle qui roule au vent et ronronne sa musique jusqu'aux îles droit devant

[sovay]

Our house smells like the sea. A sea-fog came in through the windows before midnight, as strong and salt as standing on the docks: I was lying on the couch and thought that if I looked out the windows, I would see water moving under the streetlights, and first I got Jacques Brel's "La cathédrale" stuck in my head and then I fell asleep. I was saying elsewhere in a discussion of dead zones/waste lands in weird fiction that someone must have set a weird tale in the deep anoxic waters of the Black Sea because it's too uncanny an environment to pass up (the millennia of preserved shipwrecks alone), but I can't think of any examples. I hope I don't have to write one. See previous complaints about research.

Comments

[justice_turtle]

Ooh, I just recently learned about Lake Superior's preserved shipwrecks; I didn't realize the Black Sea had them too. Cool! :-) That does indeed sound like a story-setting, though not one I could write.

[sovay]

Ooh, I just recently learned about Lake Superior's preserved shipwrecks; I didn't realize the Black Sea had them too.

I don't think I'd heard about Lake Superior's! I knew it had a lot of them: I didn't know their condition. That's neat.

That does indeed sound like a story-setting, though not one I could write.

My current relationship with fiction is that I think I would need a month off from everything to produce any prose of quality, but if it happens, I will certainly let you know.

[justice_turtle]

I didn't know their condition. That's neat.

Superior's have the nicely creepy detail that "the lake never gives up her dead" -- i.e. it's too cold down there for the bodies to start decomposing and float to the surface -- so the ships come complete with dead crew. :-)