Last night was stormy: high winds, driving rain, and an eleven-hour power outage. Perhaps that explains the thing that visited my dreams (it could also be a hangover from Perdido Street Station, which I read a while ago and still haunts a corner of my mind…)
“…But how is it
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?”
from The Tempest (Scene II), by William Shakespeare
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almost falling 