The chalk is close to the surface here. You notice it when the ground dries out—white showing through like bone. England is like that. Old things near the surface. Mostly ignored. The chalk figures help make the point. Horses. Giants. Men with arms outstretched, cut into hillsides across the country. Some of them thousands of […]
The statistics coming out of rural England don’t alarm people the way they should. They should. I’ve been watching the pattern. Not the cities. The cities are loud about their violence, wear it on the outside, make it visible and therefore manageable in the way that visible things are. No. The villages. The ones that
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When the Dark and Light fight, folklore stops being quaint. It becomes schooling. Check out the books on my shelf. You’ll see how it works. One mentions the Hand of Glory. It’s old magick. European. You severed the hand of a hanged murderer while he still swung from the rope, then preserved it. The fingers
