The reason behind my absence is actually interesting. This morning some engineering genius who’s working on the new metro broke all the electricity cables leaving half a city blacked out. It was snowing and I didn’t have my car so I stayed at home with no light, no heat and of course no Internet. I also ate by candlelight and read Poe with a flashlight. I enjoyed the experience so much I’m already looking for cheap rental castles in Romania to spend the rest of the winter in. The end.
When Antichrist was a child
He caught himself tracing
The capital letter A
On a window sill
And wondered why
Because his name contained no A.
And as he crookedly stood
In his mother’s flower-garden
He wondered why she looked so sadly
Out of an upstairs window at him.
He wondered why his father stared so
Whenever he saw his little son
Walking in his soot-coloured suit.
He wondered why the flowers
And even the ugliest weeds
Avoided his fingers and his touch.
And when his shoes began to hurt
Because his feet were becoming hooves
He did not let on to anyone
For fear they would shoot him for a monster.
He wondered why he more and more
Dreamed of eclipses of the sun,
Of sunsets, ruined towns and zeppelins,
And especially inverted, upside down steeples.
James Reaney (1926–2008)