Always she seemed to be listening to some foray in the blood, that had no known setting

When I first came here (I thought I’d never get used to the trains; now when it’s quiet I...

She fell asleep somewhere outside the world

Some of them (to isolate themselves even further, beat their own ears until the tiny bones...

Dry Keys Echo in the Dark and Humid Early Hours

Tiny human figurines made from sand. If you held these to your ear, you heard soft sweet music

A ghost travelling half a mile from its own shape