Bag of Bones

This is for Naomi.

Still.

Yes, Bartleby, stay there behind your screen, thought I; I shall persecute you no more; you are harmless and noiseless as any of these old chairs; in short, I never feel so private as when I know you are here.

“Bartleby”, HERMAN MELVILLE

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again… As I stood there, hushed and still, I could swear that the house was not an empty shell but lived and breathed as it had lived before.

“Rebecca”, DAPHNE DU MAURIER

Mars is heaven.

RAY BRADBURY