Silence, exile, cunning.

a wonderful name: Taillefer.  


It sounds like a fox’s name, maybe a stag's.  Anyway, its foxes I have on the mind tonight.


I love Tarot cards.  Have I told you that yet?  New deck came earlier this week; I can’t put it away.  Readings for friends last night after dinner.  Gypsy soup, homemade bread, too much wine.

It was a lovely way to tip into the weekend.  

Tonight I’m writing late at the studio.  There’s a band practicing in the gallery space.  They don’t know I’m here, and I’m just here, scratching on my draft pages, listening to them.  

Redux has a a whorl shape.  My studio is at the center.  You have to walk all the way past all the other studios to get to it.  

In a little while the band will go out and turn out the lights, and I’ll write on in the dark.   

I love it when no one knows where I am.  When no one can see me.

It sends shivers down my spine, it really does. I love being alone.  Not all the time.  But most of the time.

When I’m finished, and I close my laptop, it’ll be really and completely dark.  I’ll walk through the echoing, spiraling hall and out into the gallery, where there’s an giant installation of jellyfish hanging from the ceiling.  

My phone only sends out a foggy little light, just enough to avoid the bench in the middle of the gallery.  The jellyfish loom up all of a sudden in the blackness.  It’s an underwater kind of feeling.

Outside it’ll be sultry and full of music from the bars.  

Friday night, I love you.

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