faerie glen.

Almost two years ago, my trip to the Scottish Highlands was bookended by visits to the Faerie Glen, a tiny little set of hills and small lakes that is often forgone in favor of flashier scenery. But this was a place my travel partner and makeshift tour guide had been before and fallen in love […]

ermines.

I wake up from a strange dream. There’s a mattress covered in blood, and I check my own bed to make sure I wasn’t murdered in my sleep. In the dream, an old woman was stabbed. For three nights she had hallucinations, black ermines wrapped around her throat, clawing her skin. I was the only […]

the quiraing.

The other week I wrote about impossible placesĀ and listed the Quiraing among them. That night I had a dream I flew back to Scotland. I landed in the grey and green streets of Edinburgh. I met a friend for tea. I’ve been back in the states just over two months. My time has been filled […]

thirty-two weeks gone.

This is the last time I’ll write one of these. In five days I leave Scotland for the next big thing, the next weird adventure. I’m not quite ready to announce what that is, but in some ways it’s safer than coming here and in other ways it’s a whole new set of risks and […]

no actual existence.

Time, indeed! There’s no such thing as Time really; it has no actual existence. Time is nothing more than an infinitesimal point in infinity. At the most, Time is a sort of tunnel through which we are accustomed to believe that we are traveling. There’s a roar in our ears and a darkness in our […]