Lasthein

Chapter XVIIII - On recurrent themes

2008-12-01T13:47:00.012+01:00

Once again I find myself having spend a night not quite awake yet not at all sleeping. This inbetween restlessness is tiring in so many ways.
Yes there are some kind of dreams but they are even more elusive than the regular kind, though I shouldn't really be able to say for sure any more. And there are lights, seemingly distant lights and shadows yet they somehow seem to hover just beyond my reach.
I have to find some way to shield myself from these aethers that affect my senses so strongly, otherwise I will soon not be able to navigate safely anymore
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Chapter XVIII - Apricot hills

2007-10-30T20:28:00.000+01:00

So odd the taste of apricots again after all this time. And afterwards I swear everything was tinged with their essence. The hills not just burnt but soft and apricotty! Really it was very similar to being drunk or in love or maybe just very very sad.
Wandering in this stupor I almost didn't notice a slight change in the flows. A shifting in the aethers as if something in the sky above me became aware of my presence. Very faint yet distinctly there and quite focused somehow.
Anyway that's what it felt like for just a second or two when I finally departed from my odd and rather fruity imaginings. I say a second but maybe it was actually even less. As soon as it(?) registered my attention it disappeared, vanished, evaporated.
Who knows, maybe it's just an affliction that ails all lonely wanderers in these forsaken lands ?

Chapter XVII - On foreign shores

2007-10-22T23:44:00.000+02:00

Going around the car I tried the frontdoor and after a pull a push and a kick it did allow itself to be opened.
The seats were quite dry if a bit hard, another sign of this particular cars old age. But there is something about just sitting quietly in a car. It is as if you get to experience the eccoes of its many short trips mixed up with a few longer journeys.
In the glove compartment I found some stale apricot shortbread and an old travel brochure with flamboyant pictures of sunsets on foreign shores. Quite romantic and very much an illusion to which no one will fall prey, at least not unknowingly. Well maybe that too worked better years ago when the car was still new.

Chapter XVI - Memories of travels past

2007-06-15T13:40:00.000+02:00

Time is such an elusive creature. You never quite get to know her, only the secret signs she leaves on your face and hands.
Going out the same way I entered it seemed to me as if I hadn't really seen the tower in its entirety before. Hence deciding to explore a bit more before going on I walked around the base to the back, and found an old rusty car gently and slowly passing away with dreams of travels past. Such a peacefull setting in these strange lands.

Chapter XV - Weawers spells and other tricks

2007-03-11T23:03:00.000+01:00

Entering the tower the first thing to catch my eye was an extraordinary gobelin. Of old age for sure but well kept. The design however quite foreign and asymmetrical. I did not remember ever having seen anything quite like it.

Chapter XIV - Silence of a beckoning

2007-03-08T20:10:00.000+01:00

Waking up suddenly as if sensing someone next to me, I turned my head and saw the door previously barred from within now slightly ajar, as if beckoning me to enter. After so much time spend in the shadow of the tower it would really seem an awful waste not to accept such an opportunity for enlightenment. Thus it passed that I found myself getting up, though I must say the exercise was quite painful and in that way a testimony to time lost.

Chapter XIII - Lost time at the tower

2007-03-04T20:31:00.000+01:00

For so long I just sat there. And what to make of it. No hunger no thirst just time lost to the tower. Strange, I can see that now. I did wonder what the next day would bring, if it ever came around. Thinking that maybe I was just sleeping the sleep of the exhausted, perchance dreaming it all.

Chapter XII - To the tower

2006-08-22T22:05:00.000+02:00

Walking in the direction of the sound of the train I hoped to follow the tracks and thereby sooner or later to be able to forage in one of the many abandoned stations that haunt this part of the country. However the first building of any kind I came across was an odd sort of tower seemingly disconnected with any obvious purpose. Trying the door I found that it was locked and bared from within. I sat down to rest a bit and ponder the wise in forcing my entrance. Did I want to know the secret of what was hidden inside? Probably not.

Chapter XI - Remembrance and hillsides

2006-08-18T23:28:00.000+02:00

So there I was away from the house and almost completely immersed in whistling my new little fancy traveltune. It did do the job remarkably well considering the odd silences surrounding us on all sides. Once I believe I saw the wings of an angel disappearing behind a large pine. Well that's music to you, it can summon all sorts of creatures. When the forrest suddenly ended and gave over to rustbrown rolling hills I decided that it would soon be time to start looking for you again. From the north came the calming thunder of a freighttrain on its way to the coast.

Chapter X - Through velvet silences

2006-08-17T21:56:00.000+02:00

Well now I finally departed the house where I had stayed for awhile. How long as I've said before I can't say really. Going into the deep of the pineforrest I felt quite exalted and took it upon myself to compose a short whistletune for walking. A little joyful thing not to complicated and easy to remember.

Chapter IX - Amongst fallen leaves

2006-08-16T22:44:00.000+02:00

Standing by the lake I couldn't resist the strange urge to taste the water full well knowing that it would likely be a rather disappointing experience. However on my bending down to scoop up some of the dark green I lost my balance and fell over getting more than I had asked for or perhaps exactly that. I couldn't help feeling that my mute surroundings, the house and all were somehow silently amused by my small accident. Going back to the library to dry my clothes I promised myself to move on no later than the next day.

Chapter VIII - Afternoons and lawnchairs

2006-08-15T22:46:00.000+02:00

Opening the french doors to the gardens revealed an oddly curving lawn leading down to a lake surrounded by the darkest forrest of ancient pines. I could feel the gentle humming of the wind through the needles sending me back to endless childhood afternoons of late summer. About halfway to the lake stood a single lawnchair. There really was no need to try it out to know that you could spend hours in it just listening to the deep silence of the lake.

Chapter VII - Of lemons and arches

2006-08-13T14:35:00.000+02:00

I found the entrance to the library behind a sliding mural depicting Skt. Michaels fight with the dragon. What a strange wonderful room filled with maps and charts and old manuscripts from an other world and age. I can't say exactly how long I dwelled there but I remember the sun setting through the arched windows at least twice maybe more. Again I found some quite delicious lemon bisquits seeming only slightly old. Behind a corinthian pillar stood a pair of old muddy wellingtons. As if someone had taken the trouble of carrying them across the room from the french doors and then being distracted just put them down there.

Chapter VI - Maps and charts

2006-08-12T16:54:00.000+02:00

Walking further through the house I could sense the silence of the library hiding somewhere behind closed doors as if it was hoping that I would somehow just pass it by.

Chapter V - Calmning treasures

2006-08-11T16:13:00.000+02:00

After resting in the parlor I set out to explore the house and came upon a goldfishpond in an inner courtyard. All around me glassjawed spiders were singing in the amber light and behold the one old fish listening contently while starring at the sky.

Chapter IV - Whilst in the thick of it

2006-08-11T12:34:00.000+02:00

So it came that I persuaded myself to move on for to meet you at a later time and place. After a full days journey I came upon a deserted manor of decidedly mixed styles and origins. There I dwelt for a time eating ginger cookies and wild strawberries.

Chapter III - When they pass me by

2006-08-11T10:27:00.000+02:00

For two days and two nights I was waiting for you while counting twigs to the rhythmn of the pounding of distant warhorses.

Chapter II - Where I stand

2006-08-10T16:17:00.000+02:00

I was quietly waiting for the birds to signal your arrival.

Chapter I - And you shall find me in the forrest

2006-08-09T14:50:00.000+02:00

And I will be searching the hidden world in the folds beside the trail while listening to the wings beating and the clicking of the claws scratching.

2006-06-07T16:19:00.000+02:00

Thus it shall begin and go on for however long it may take.