weird-beard

I am having the most peculiar dream. I am standing in front of a majestic cathedral. Everything is bathed in silver moonlight from high above, yet there is no moon, no stars, no sky. There is only the cathedral on an island of grass suspended in a void. The building is old and its architecture is somehow different in a way that I cannot define with its twisting spires reaching high up above. I turn to face the void in time to see a bolt of lightning engrave a jagged line of blinding light in the distance. As the afterimage fades and my eyes adjust to the moonless moonlight, I can see a solitary figure walking towards me. Each step conjures

Paul stared at the shadows glide across the ceiling of his room as cars passed by on the street below. His body was tired, demanding sleep that would not come, while his mind replayed the scene from the subway over and over. As the night wore on, subtle facts changed. At first it was the colour of the coat the woman opposite was wearing, or the book the man next to her was reading. Then it was the roles that changed; the woman came to the man's aid using the strap of her handbag instead of the man's belt. After that reality became unhinged. It was small at first with the train emerging from the underground to reveal unusual terrain, and then