The smashing of the plaster food in The Tale of Two Bad Mice is such a vivid childhood memory and I've never seen it referenced anywhere before now - thanks for the reminder (and for describing the mice as 'little noble squatters' which is lovely)
I can imagine that somewhere out in the Aether there’s a scale replica of our amalgamated hopes, dreams, and anxieties projected onto space-time via quantum entanglement, or whatever. And co(s)mically absurd in proportion to our Consciousness.
Someone I know has a doll’s house replica of the house she lives in, mise-en-abyme style. These are the kinds of creative games rich folk can play but they can’t write as well as you xx
Hello. I have no interest in dolls homes, but this is a great piece of writing ,all the same. Very skillful in its creation and telling. Thank you.
The smashing of the plaster food in The Tale of Two Bad Mice is such a vivid childhood memory and I've never seen it referenced anywhere before now - thanks for the reminder (and for describing the mice as 'little noble squatters' which is lovely)
I'm off to read The Inner Room...
I can imagine that somewhere out in the Aether there’s a scale replica of our amalgamated hopes, dreams, and anxieties projected onto space-time via quantum entanglement, or whatever. And co(s)mically absurd in proportion to our Consciousness.
Someone I know has a doll’s house replica of the house she lives in, mise-en-abyme style. These are the kinds of creative games rich folk can play but they can’t write as well as you xx
I loved The Inner Room!
Ah, the soul destroying outbid notification. Being poor is shit.