As Hermes promised, Greece is full of sunshine. It is warm, very breezy, and it smells a billion universes away from the mountains in Colorado ( Read more... )

So if, hypothetically, Helena and John were wandering the streets, occasionally subtly defacing public property with nearly hidden graffiti -- which of course they would not do because they are upstanding citizens and their parents and guardians respectively are government employees -- drawn with a sharpie, it only stands to reason that it would ( Read more... )

Family life has always been a sort of careful chorus of revolutions for the Sherman-Townshends; each little satellite has wandered within the range of each others' fields, and now gravity forms a shaky ring for them. Bright and tenuous, the kind they don't even have anymore on carousels, but then that's just as well. None of them are the type to go ( Read more... )

His first instinct is to keep his mouth shut: contrary to tales those surnamed Drake, given name Robert might tell (as he remembers? He doesn't quite remember, but the picture seems familiar), it usually is, because talking is talking, it isn't action. Say what you mean (when the time is appropriate, he learns just by watching Erik, whom he doesn't ( Read more... )

One useless new/old memory John can't shake: small, hating the squeaky tiles in the grocery store as his mom, a woman with a soft voice but a firm grip on his wrist, leads him towards the exit. Near the door is a wide yellow bowl, plastic, funnel-like. She lets him drop a dime near the edge. The tiny coin spirals inward faster and faster until it ( Read more... )

'Sore throat' seems to've been sufficient explanation for why John hasn't been doing a lot of talking lately, though he thinks that Liz gave him a weird look. Then again, she seemed to be accustomed to giving him weird looks. Not for the first time, John seriously wonders about the life of John Allerdyce hitherto suddenly not being able to remember ( Read more... )

John is not home, not because he is unaware he has one -- a quick perusal of his wallet yielded an address, after all -- but because he doesn't like all this. Namely, the not knowing shit ... shit. Perhaps in a day or two he will venture back to Colorado, or whenever he figures out how to use the pinpoint again. Which currently, he still thinks is ( Read more... )

In Delirium's realm, the second to second existence is real, but nothing else is. Spending time there (time that won't have passed outside of its peculiar wall-lessness) is like being swallowed. Sometimes, John needs that feeling of reduction and irrelevance; sometimes, he needs a silent way of return to the person he used to be. He'd been aimless ( Read more... )

( Von Karajan, Hampton, Menuhin, Levine. )

Poll Is there a handy clocktower nearby the mansion?

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