Biggest of astral hugs brother.

Hookland closed to technology problems and health issuses. Not sure when it will be back.

Goodnight Anny.

Goodnight Sinead.

Goodnight Whatters.

Goodnight Kaye.

Goodnight Samantha. Rest well.

Goodnight my friend.

Goodnight. Rest well.

Goodnight QM.

Goodnight DF.

Goodnight. Rest well.

Goodnight Heather. Rest well.

Goodnight Fiona. May sleep be a friend tonight.

Goodnight Sharon. Rest well.

Goodnight. Rest well.

Goodnight Scott.

Goodnight Sarah.

Goodnight brother.

Nostalgia is a warping gravity.

Goodnight. Rest well.

So brutal. I am coming to an end, but we shall discuss that in person.

Goodnight from Adam Whitelock, his blood percussive riot after hearing Harrowhound growling behind him on Brimsdown Lane. Goodnight from Abigail and Daniel Coleford, snuggling in bed against frost-carrying cold and shivering fear of the Wicker King’s knock. Goodnight from Hookland.

Have you spoken to @marcovisconti.org who put out the Pylon People stuff on cassette?

Should have gone with a Hookland Foam Foal.

Our language becomes fluid, blurred. Gateway. Threshold. Portal. All these things imprecise and yet signalling what we feel as a truth: beyond this opening is the strange. Whether we go through becomes a litmus test. Do we want that possibility of encountering the uncanny? – Dr. M. Benn

I shall have to have a listen to that.

They are a constant soundtrack of some sites.

This transcription especially for @justrena.bsky.social.

The horse is placed so centrally in folklore because our relationship to it has always been a defining cultural feature. Its ghosts are many. They pull spectral corpse carts, are steeds in phantom battles. A network of invisible clip-clopping down a thousand lanes. – Dr. M. Benn #FolkloreThursday