Asakiyume mita

Readers here will know I sometimes refer to Wakanomori, and some may even have been mutual friends on LJ, back on the day.

Well now he has a Dreamwidth journal

Here's to 2006 in 2022, Waka!

Sometimes I drift to sleep, or drift toward waking, with the news on in the background, and the results are always strange.

The BBC was talking about the cold, and about the sea freezing from the top down (unusual, bad), and in my dream, Tokyo Bay was freezing--

--but this was manifested by men marching to shore, two by two, brandishing machetes of ice, which they banged against the ground, loud, ringing strikes, as they came.

Athena Andreadis very generously let me speak about Pen Pal on her blog; she asked about cultures and why I wrote the story (link here). Very grateful for that opportunity--thank you, Athena!

I'm a bit under the weather right now and not keeping up with things, or feeling very much myself, so please forgive slowness to respond, both to posts and to comments. I will pick up soon, no doubt.