The Train.
After lunch they had all agreed to go for a walk. There was a large park – over eighty acres …
Tag Archives: Melancholy.
The End of the Fringe: When the Friendship Has Sailed.
It is customary for my final review of the Fringe to alight upon some suitably gloomy topic. Harrowingly, the Fringe’s …
Ten Years of Tychy.
At the Hive, everybody was sucking on tiny lollipops and drinking cocktails with Nutella in. Polly had given her sister …
In the Banshee Labyrinth.
Tonight I am thinking of the last time that I was in the banshee labyrinth. It was several years ago, …
How Things Are With Me.
Letter from the Man in the Moon (3).
My dear, good friend Tycienski. Even though there is rarely any news to report from up here on the moon, …
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 …
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 …
