From my installation, "Sirens." Photo by Tiffany Urrutia.

“‘Your turn in the chair next time,’ said October.

‘I know,’ said November. He was pale and thin-lipped. He helped October out of the wooden chair. ‘I like your stories. Mine are always too dark.’

‘I don’t think so,’ said October. ‘It’s just that your nights are longer. And you aren’t as warm.’

‘Put it like that,’ said November, ‘and I feel better. I suppose we can’t help who we are.’

‘That’s the spirit,’ said his brother. And they touched hands as they walked away from the fire’s orange embers, taking their stories with them back into the dark.”

—Neil Gaiman, “October in the Chair”


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