Hookland 7/9/19 21:18:38

Mystery rusts on railway tracks abandoned by money and bureaucracy. The ferrous becoming feral, becoming folklore. All the children ask: ‘What is in those carriages? Why do we hear a knocking coming from inside?’ https://t.co/5IuoyHaaEV

Hookland 7/8/19 3:00:16

For the tide turns faith in strange directions. Washes up odd cults and heresies. On the coast of Hookland, even the cross is of shells and forever held against the King-Under-the-Sea. – #CLNolan https://t.co/7crbqQz3gA

Hookland 7/8/19 5:34:11

There’s an unnerving brutality in some Hookland place names. Locals call it Drowned Child Brook. Even forgetting stories about the baby’s cries still being heard where the water washes the stone … freezing the grief in place that way seems cruel. – #MattAdams, 1980 https://t.co/HDnqw7F43a

Hookland 7/8/19 5:39:36

@FromHanged @RRaincrow @amyhale93 @strangepress No need to apologise for long reply on my account. I wish I didn‰Ûªt have to say it, but many such stories. You often see it online with ethnostate volklore numpties like Carolyn Emerick deliberately targeting vulnerable young men in something between grooming and radicalisation.

Hookland 7/8/19 8:08:27

For the White Horse of summer, with its crown of hope made from fern and flower, has left the land. Now we must wait till the Grey Horse comes amid the dark days of winter shivering. https://t.co/YNGXxVrO7k