Strange Fragments.

I was digging about on my hard drive last night, looking for some old reference material I saved, and I came across a fragment of something I don’t remember writing, notes toward something bigger, just needing a spine to hang it off before I make something out of it. A story set in a bar called “Revelations” and populated by a weird cast of deviants, secret people and divine lunatics. I know it’s defintely something I wrote myself – it’s got my familiar thought-shortcuts all over it, and I have unconciously recycled one of the lead characters into something else.

But I have no memory of writing it.

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