Premonitions

“We passed the abandoned windmill , and Mr. Kaspar went on talking. He told us that a few days ago he dreamed that a grown man and a little boy came knowing at his door with some good news for him. That premonition had put him in an excellent mood, and it came true today. For what finer thing could happen to a fellow in times like these? My father glanced discreetly at his watch; time was sailing by relentlessly, and the last narrow-gauge train was leaving from the next village in an hour.” —Paweł Huelle, “The Table,” Moving House: Stories

(This post was inspired by Kevin Kainulainen’s amazing blog Objects Gross & the Unseen Soul.)

Administration (I), Yreka, CA, 2013
Administration (I), Yreka, CA, 2013
Administration (II), Yreka, CA, 2013
Administration (II), Yreka, CA, 2013

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