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Editorial To truly know oneself is a chore. An identity is something to be discovered, built up over decades, found in the gutter of one’s subconscious. It is tiresome, it is messy, it is a dive deep into one’s psyche. To truly know oneself is a curse and a blessing; to reach such a pointContinue reading “21st of July 1897”

Editorial It is important to enjoy the little things. Listen to the wind’s whistle, observe the snail slowly slime, caress a flower’s gentle petals.It can be a dreary world in the Neath. You might wish for the sunlight of the surface. Or you might enjoy the darkness. There are stances to be had, of course,Continue reading “14th of July 1897”

Editorial It is easy to be overwhelmed. By the good, by the bad, by the bland. Overabundance is the true poison; just like not even cyanide can kill in minute doses, and honey will bring a slow death if consumed by the gallons. It is never good to ride a tide so long – oneContinue reading “7th of July 1897”

Editorial Home is a nebulous thing. It resides only within the mind, one could argue, even if we connect the word to a place as we so often do. Yet home can stretch to horizons of various sizes. A home can be a town. A home is often a room within a house – orContinue reading “30th of June 1897”

Editorial If you love something, let it go, as they say. This applies to people, of course, though pets as well, to an extent, even opportunities, or items. It is against our nature, in a way, to let things go. There are ways to cope, of course. Close your eyes, pretend it never had beenContinue reading “23rd of June 1897”

Editorial Nothing lasts forever. Things come to an end. It is the natural way of things. Life, death. Creation, destruction. Beginning, end.It has been an immense pleasure to publish Letters from the Surface, all the way until the story’s completion – today. We bid farewell to this tale, though, most hopefully, not to Sir Wensleydale,Continue reading “16th of June 1897”

Editorial I was never one to forego a purpose. There is a meaning to life, after all – must be. So hard to find, of course. No matter, once found, it must be latched onto like a lifeboat. It is what I did, devoted myself to my meaning, my purpose.Art is a purpose, in aContinue reading “9th of June 1897”

Editorial Change is a part of our existence. We change, constantly. Every second, our very bodies change and rearrange. Time and space changes and bends and fluxes. Each moment, one’s whole life could turn over for good. In many moments, it will.Sometimes, change is oddly subtle. A small shift in the paradigm. Barely noticeable yetContinue reading “2nd of June 1897”

Editorial Sins spread through generations. The sins of our forefathers haunt us to this day. The sins of our offspring bring shame to our graves. What was it all for when the children forsake their parents? What is it for when the parents neglect their children? Hate breeds hate, even through time. Pain brings onlyContinue reading “26th of May 1897”

A Rather Special Interview Pleased to meet you, Mr. Lorine – or may I call you Reinol? That’s Professor von Lorica if you must know, but yes, you may call me that. Of course, Professor.You have made quite the reputation for yourself with your writings down here in London. What is your muse, your mainContinue reading “Professor Reinol von Lorica”