Treatises on Dust

The Wanderer is not the only antic text to have come into my possession. In 2001, while working in a temporary position at a London mental hospital, I discovered a bizarre scrawl, a very short narrative, on a wall. It evoked a shudder of the uncanny, for it described something fantastic, but in such a way as to seem a true account. Since that time, I’ve sought out like texts, been passed them by friends and acquaintances.

Treatises on Dust collects these unsettling narratives. That original text can be found here.