Month: December 2020

Hookland 12/8/20 7:14:34

On some nights when the light folds itself away, heat stored in rail and platform concrete like a battery rises to meet the coming dark, whistles and clouds of steam rush along the track. Phantom limbs of cut lines twitching in the fever of a summer that doesn’t want to die. https://t.co/1XtQsOCzzd

Hookland 12/8/20 16:41:12

Those men who once argued whether it was best to hang a witch from an elm, oak or sweet chestnut are the men who today argue about which rifle is best, which weed killer is best at devastating life. ‰ÛÒ Faith Mordant, Barrow Wisdom Coven, 1972 #WitchWednesday

Hookland 12/8/20 17:58:48

As witch, my faith is preached by tree sigh and congregation of starlings. It is told through the long memory of the land, makes promises only of hedgerow harvest and turn of the year. It needs no hierarchy of priest to tell its truths. – Emily Banting, 1981 #WitchcraftWednesday https://t.co/TPuFwrR9RB

Hookland 12/8/20 18:31:28

@100Covers @Skionar Conscious will. If an idiot like me can phase my body through walls when lucid dreaming, but control whether it floats or is dense enough to walk/interact with objects at other points, then it can‰Ûªt be too hard for ghosts to master it.

Hookland 12/8/20 18:44:55

@JaymieLeeSoule Panic. Fear. An overwhelming sense of loss of agency. All these are perfectly normal responses to the current environment. Remember the Essex mantra: Oi! Jimmy Fucking Fear Cricket, walk to the end of the pier and don‰Ûªt stop walking. Big hugs.