So. I promised some comments on the recently posted photo-postcards. I've chosen to have a closer look at some that particularly picked my curiosity. The first would be the photograph showing the phantomatic silhouette of a woman, pasted onto a black carton "frame" with a postcard-style verso: The look of it - the silhouette fading …
Of New Beginnings…
After complaining about LiveJournal's incompetency for about half a year, I've finally decided to switch to a more - hopefully - professional blogging website. I was getting too tired of all the spam comments, the compulsory flashing ads and, most of all, the all-powerful ddos attacks under which it regularly succumbed. I have successfully managed …
A Review of “The Small Hand” by Susan Hill
Well, this comes right on time for Halloween, I suppose, the best time for reviewing ghost stories. I'll start by admitting that The Small Hand is the first and only book by Susan Hill that I have ever read. I've known about her books for a long time and I've been meaning to read what …
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The Grim-Looking Ladies
Having decided to get over the various generous offers of intimate and intensely satisfying (guaranteed!) services that are the only comments I get these days, here I am sharing yet another one of my finds with the universe. I do love flea markets, and I usually end up leaving with at least one abandoned memory …
Unhappy
Okay, I'm afraid this is going to be one hell of a short update, in which I am going to vent my anger. First of all, I have been pretty "loyal" to LJ throughout my "online life". My first ever blog was on LJ and I've spent many a day browsing fascinating, useful and educative …
Rough as a triplet from Belleville…
Finally got round to watching Sylvain Chomet's Les Triplettes de Belleville/ The Triplets of Belleville last night. And I must say: if you're in for an extraordinary car chase, then this is the movie to watch! 
First, it has three of my favourite things in it: trains, wicked old ladies and nightmares. Then, it's …
I don’t steal memories. I buy them 30p apiece.
My long-standing hobby of rescuing/collecting other people's memories has resurfaced again. It would have resurfaced before, only, to my shame, I was unable to find the usual place in our local market selling vintage photos&postcards. It's like the magic little shop that Terry Pratchett pokes so much fun at in his Discworld novels: it would …
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“And her eyes shine like lamps”
Since I ended up deleting one of my initial posts, explaining my id, "amphisbaina", I thought I might write a new and improved one, for anyone who might be interested. ^_^ Usually, when I confess to owning a blog and people ask for the URL, they get stuck at "amphisbaina". They give me that "what" …
“Death is the only path that leads to birth”
I ended up purging quite a few of my older posts from 1-2 years ago. I guess this tends to happen when I'm about to leave a piece of my life behind: I prefer to erase all incriminating evidence. Well, the stuff I deleted was mostly debris anyway, so I don't suppose the on-line multiverse'll …
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The Stuff that Happens in Graveyards…
One of the most amazing, surreal things things happened today, when I was visiting the Holy Trinity Church graveyard in Stratford-upon-Avon. I was busy taking a photograph of a beautiful Victorian tombstone, when a little boy (probably aged somehwere between 4 and 6) ran to a tombstone nearby, kneeled in front of it, then started …
