It is never very clear where it is that you are when you walk across these strange landscapes of the future, whether you are in the land of the dead, or in some speculative corner of the multiverse or that your life were actually to change in a way you would not anticipate. So the vortex of security checkpoints, flight delays, airport bars, sudden lift-off, interminable sleepless hours in the blowing dark of the jet high over the Atlantic, more bright airports, a taxi, a train, are none of them commensurate, nor apparently antecedent at all to your standing soon on the sodden headlands above the wintry beach in the remote north of Scotland, a place no normal human wants to stay for long just as a massive cold sun’ll retreat redly down the sea and the wind’ll turn brutal from the north just as it begins to rain. But hiking toward the castle hulking in the wet dusk, though the precedent for the current setting may be obscure, you should not doubt your own efficacy. You’ll head toward the fire in the hearth and the fire will welcome you, lending heat to each and all, the shade no less than the corporeal.
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