Practices for the Darkest Night.

I learned while I was out there wandering that I needed to go silent and wait.

I’m not good in dormancy.

Jackson Hendry, Lost Lake.

One afternoon this autumn, I was stuck in a turnstile in Portugal, queuing to catch a train back to Lisbon. My hand held my suitcase on one side of the turnstile while my body was locked from release on the other side. I had mistakenly tossed my ticket when I thought it had been fully used. I was wrong.…