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.

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[sovay]

Hmm, this sounds like it's already too late to protest...

*file under things to write once I sleep for a week*

(Your house definitely sounds like the setting for something eerie, though; but I hope not for real, because it would be bound to be a nuisance.)

Of all the kinds of haunting I could acquire, honestly, I think a sea-haunting would be one of the most pleasant! I've certainly written enough of them.