Waking the Giants

Another View of Carapace

Through the haze and noise of the fourth of July, I scryed into my desk with pencil and pen, etching and digging until I uncovered this crisp view of the otherworldly city-thing called Carapace.  For more information about this place, see the entry for May 18th.

Screaming Wind Language

We’ve silenced the voices of nature.  It’s not that the wind says nothing.  It is that we can’t hear the wind over the ringing of our own industry. The water speaks.  Where are we? The wind blew hard and quickly yesterday, trying to carve itself into our attention.  I sat on a rock and listened.  […]