Day of the Spiderlings

I've got that crawling feeling, that under-the-skin sensation that usually portends a change with all the accuracy of an ill wind.   It is the Day of the Spiderlings and the sky is a latticework of shimmering lifelines. Silk sails taking the little arachnids off to find their fate.   I too, feel the first … Continue reading Day of the Spiderlings

Spiders In My Head

There are spiders in my head, spinning webs. Intricate designs, connections in my mind, they move quickly upon their many legs.   When stimulus gets in, they pounce on it and spin it up into a silk cocoon and then it is consumed.   The labours of my arachnid mind, trapping all the world inside. … Continue reading Spiders In My Head