The dead are patient. They can wait a thousand years for their stories to be heard…

A summoning of dusty books, battered travel journals, mahogany writing desks, and echoing memories of muses clad in foreign skies and incense spiced air.

“I write the poems down
Line by line from old anthologies
Printed on the air and ether,
Shelved amid the leaves of trees,
Between the stars, or under stones
And mouldered bones.”

- Clark Ashton Smith

Art: The Repentant Magdalene (or The Penitent Magdalene), Georges de La Tour, 1640