Mr Chang has found the most extraordinary structure. An abandoned place, mostly stone now but overgrown in the most wonderful way and tended by Mr Chang himself. Of course, I saw it at night, with the harshness rubbed away by moonlight. He has an artist’s soul, but we discussed ways to protect the plants from storms, while still letting through sufficient light. He promises me a meal there.
I apologise for writing about the small things. The small things are all I can manage at the moment. They do not weigh on my heart, or lock my brain.
My back is reminding me of damage done in the past. I am trying to ignore it.
The Ghost Knight