I Am Less Interested In Ghosts Than

Perhaps Writers Should Never Be Allowed To Get Together In A Workplace Context. It's Not Like Studying Computer Science, After All. The Emotions Are At Large, And Are Shared And Are Questioned. There Is A Vulnerability.

The Overintellectualization Of Surrealism Can Be A Bromide. A Dream Interpreted Is A Deflated Dream.

Perhaps Living Souls Had Greater Phantom Powers Than The Dead.

The Bluebells Made Such A Pool That The Earth Had Become Like Water, And All The Trees And Bushes Seemed To Have Grown Out Of The Water. And The Sky Above Seemed To Have Fallen Down On To The Earth Floor; And I Didn’t Know If The Sky Was The Earth Or The Earth Was Water. I Had Been Turned Upside Down. I Had To Hold The Rock With My Fingernails To Stop Me Falling Into The Sky Of The Earth Or The Water Of The Sky. But I Couldn’t Hold On.

Recasting Fairy Tales Has Become A Publishing Sub-genre In Itself, And Has Been Done Both Well And To The Point Of Entropy. More Interesting Are Those Works Where The Structures Of Fairytales Are Abandoned But The World Of 'fairy' Is Imported As A Delicate Spice.