Agreeable eye.

an eudæmonistarchives

More specifically concerning: direction

Snow

a Turkish winter

The Sacred Font

and other puzzles

sense of direction

Begin to move in one particular way rather than another; whither that tends unknown. Looking for the clew; no minotaurs. Reminds me of that Turkish Night, all angles and crossed wires. I misremember. Miss remembering, not but that madness that way lies – or tells the truth. Should stop playing with words like that; hurts […]

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