"I am an other, and I always was."

"There is no inside except as a folding of the outside" said Mark Fisher in The Weird and The Eerie, but recently I've come to wonder if that's entirely true. 

It was a February afternoon, when a bird flitting low across the road in the pale light brought, in a sudden flash of wings, an incursion of silence, as if the world (and my consciousness, too, being part of the world) had stopped for a moment to acknowledge this ordinary, extraordinary happening. 

Since then, I've begun to wonder if it's not so much a folding, but more of an alignment, a reminder in that flash of wings that the inside and the outside were always the same - we just forget to notice sometimes.

What I Did On My Eerie Vacation

This year I spent Halloween further afield, seeking signs and wonders in the mysterious Midwest. Despite being a weakling who can't travel more than a few blocks without becoming deathly ill, and having to wheeze my pitiful way around the buckeye state, I was not disappointed.

(Fair warning, the next few posts will be devoted to posting vacation pics, but they are eerie ones, at least.)

Work and Non-Work

With apologies to Broadcast, the Mothwing Collective has been busy with...work? Or is it non-work? In any case, we've been the nicest kind of busy. A few items from our rapidly expanding collection here for your perusal, composites of our individual work and pictures made on our search for the bright side of the eerie.

"Send a few clicks into the unknown, see what comes back."

Some Day We'll See Everything

View on Vocaroo >>

Street sounds, Austin, Texas, 5/19/22 6:05 PM.

No longer a dark and windy October night but a sunswept May afternoon, I looked again at my reflection and saw at last I was whole.