Castle House

It begins, of course, as I thought it might, at Castle House. But we can go beyond that we can go (sneakily) through epidermis, through dermis (where all the good stuff is – tweak a nerve ending while there, grab a sweat gland, pester a follicle) through subcutaneous tissue then we get to muscle: behold the twists and turns, the knots, the sinew then it’s the bone we go inside, into the marrow and still we move on down to the business end down to the very essence of ourselves, the atomic the subatomic and THERE and only there can we see what we’ve truly come looking for we see faces faces from millennia past twisted in horror and shock and fear and dismay as they look to the heavens, trying to make sense of what they’re seeing: a sky mad with stars, sun gods laughing with vulpine maws too wide, too lunatic, spilling more stars into a sky that bulges at the edges, we can see the faces beneath them scream