Vamphorricgooner - Melt Into Air

Do you believe in ghosts? The creak on the stair, the chill in the room, a strange scent, a wavering light in the window. The ancient house, the walled-up wing, drifting fog, broken battlements, deep darkness, silent desolation, the empty tomb and its rotting shroud, the damp bed too soft to the touch. The sudden presence of a presence.

Jeanette Winterson, from ‘Night Side of the River’

(You’ve chosen to not remember this part.)

Maybe it’s better to have the terrible times first. I don’t know. Maybe then, you can have, if you live, a better life, a real life, because you had to fight so hard to get it away⸺you know?⸺from the mad dog who held it in his teeth. But then your life has all those tooth marks, too, all those tatters and all that blood.

James Baldwin  This morning, this evening, so soon  

the dark

Peter De Potter, A Spartan for a Single Bed, erotic zine, issue 3, published november 2024, limited edition

www.peterdepotterindex.com

Black coat. Black dress. Black hat. Black car.

Jeanette Winterson, Night Side of the River; from ‘App-arition’