The Lost Valley

A very short account of a place where I used to try to live

Spring was revoked and the dark side returned, in all its frightening nude whiteness. I walked outside my front door to call the cat, and I felt a natural hostility to the air unlike anything I’d ever felt near any house I’d ever made my bed in. It was as if the night had fangs. The house loomed behind me, like two tall and ashen undertakers. Beyond the…