Night Residue — Greg James

Come here, into the space that exists between the light and the dark...where a masked god plays with the blind puppet-folk who worship him...where a woman dying to get out of this life finds black salvation in an old shop across the street...where churches and theatres become places of dismal communion...where dreams and nightmares guide the unwitting and unwilling through the broken patterns of their lives. These are fragments, thoughts and memories of a shadow world that linger on in the brain after waking. These are the night's residue.