Category Archives: Imaginary Places

A Postcard from Where?

Posted on June 17, 2009 by Ryan Murdock

 


celeryhenge.jpgA Postcard from Celeryhenge

Deep in the forests of a rainy northern isle, far beyond the cities and the moss-choked walls, lies one of our most enduring mysteries: the world’s largest primitive megavegetal site.

Who or what piled these stalks in such deliberate patterns, and why? Was it an observatory to track the movements of the bowels? Was it an ancient site of worship? Was it just a giant culinary make-work project? What the hell was it for? We’ll probably never know for sure.

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The Valley

Posted on April 2, 2009 by Ryan Murdock

Show kindness to your friends by not eating them, the sign said. But what the fuck else is there to eat? I shake my head as the soft flesh of a newly cooked baby dissolves on my tongue. They don’t know what they’re missing. My larder is an assemblage of appendages. The valley made me into an aunt-eater.

The valley night pulses malevolence. It’s a Galt’s Gulch of assassins and necromancers. A place without law where the punishment pre-empts the crime. People dream of crumbling concrete post-Soviet apartment blocks with clanking inefficient central heating, but they live underground in fetid blocked-up sewers. Somebody broke the weather. In summer the sun melts the flesh from your bones, and in winter it freezes the flesh from your bones. The weather is a force of pure negation.

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