12 Months of Paperthin: October

I have pulled a thread tight and I’m not sure I can unpick this narrative knot…

Folk are taking shape and they’ve begun talking.
Cats float around with babies heads and the shelves are lined with poppets.
A logic puzzle: What did we bring forth? How do we put it back? Do we want to?

Answers on a stamp adressed envelope.

The writing happens in tiny boxes. The images swim with their stories.
Headlights slide over the ceiling. They are mesmerising.

I can’t tell if it’s becoming too complicated.

I will let you know.

Love,
Goblin.