AS WHEN SOMEONE IN AUTUMN…
What we don’t notice as the fairies circle about us, is time. The endless carpet the eyes pace upon, is space. Water is what we’re made of (we’re portable swimming pools). The earth is always thirsty, so it sucks the life out of our bodies. As when a warm wind starts to blow, when it whirls the dust as if dust from decaying cells of everything alive or dead... There’s something strange in the air, do you feel it? As when someone sets our fields to fire after having harvested life from them.