The End of Writing, or Ursula Monkton

This is a story about monsters. I met one on a hot summer day on the subway to Coney Island. While listening to an audiobook, ‘The Ocean at the End of the Lane’ (HarperCollins, 2013), read by its author Neil Gaiman, he gave a name to someone I already knew well: “The thing that called itself Ursula Monkton hung in the air, about twenty feet above me, and lightnings crawled and flickered in the air behind her.” […]

Silence of the Music

Colors come from everywhere, and out of every material, including walls and found objects surrounding us: azure blues and bright reds and a very distinct yellow: a deep, saturated saffron with a tint of orange. […]