Down in the Dumps with James Boswell.
“…The Hypochondriack is himself at this moment in a state of very dismal depression, so that he cannot be supposed …
Tag Archives: Melancholy.
The King Across The Water.
Pablo and I sometimes drink with a Spanish agency worker named Felip in the Cloisters pub. When we last came …
Elegy for an Unemployed Youth.
Anybody leaving school these days, without a job or any further education waiting for them, is comparable to the man …
Illustrations to “Lord Dufferin’s Ghost” (and a Blue Devil).
["Once more into the elevator, dear friends..." Tychy's article on the story "Lord Dufferin's Ghost" is here. Ed.]
Tychy@ the Fringe: The Mourning Party and One Fine Day.
Tychy saw two plays this afternoon, but unfortunately length was the sticking point with both of them. Anna Forsyth’s “The …
Heebie Jeebies.
Let me take you back several summers to when Marcin was fixated with the pygmies. He had read about the …
Bewitched in Lovers’ Loan.
The suburbs south of the Meadows have a Gothicism all of their own, deriving from a particularly Gothic conception of …
At the Bottom of the Sea.
We seem to have reached a point where James will accept nothing for our website but ghost stories, and I …
Letter from the Man in the Moon (2).
[#1 is here.] My dear Tychy. It has been over two years since you first hinted that your website would …
The Devil On Your Back (4/7).
[“The Devil On Your Back,” a ghost story for Christmas, is about 15000 words long, and it will be serialised …
Tychy not so much@ the Fringe today: The Illusionist.
Sylvain Chomet’s old-world animation “The Illusionist,” which was released in the UK earlier this month, is based upon a posthumously-recovered …
Tourist Review (5): “The Lewis Chessmen.”
Refurbishment is an impenetrable science, and quite why most of the National Museum of Scotland should be shut down for …
YouTube.
I wish that I could type your name into Youtube, and be presented with a list of little films of …
A Call from the Deep.
The goldfish was floating aimlessly round and round his tank like a bit of song trapped in somebody’s head. Bartek’s …
Letter from Tori to Marcin.
My good old friend. Yesterday I was wandering amongst the rooms of my apartment – smoking, picking apart a newspaper, …
