Windmills, Vincent van Gogh
Surprised as I am to find visitors here at Traumaville, I can't help but wonder who you might be. I mean, thank you for coming, don't get me wrong. But the party finished some time ago. I have relocated to www.british-intelligence.co.uk and run the weblog there, Traffic Analysis, as well as being an associate editor of this fine, upstanding new(ish) publication.
Still, 53 of you popped your smartly coiffured heads round the door yesterday, so perhaps you can't find Fuseli's painting, or the lithograph by Odilon Redon, on the internet, and you need your daily fix.
While you are here, if that is the case, or something equally baroque, it may interest you to know that I have a book of poetry and song lyrics available on Amazon for ebooks everywhere. You will find it here
So, if you have enjoyed any of my scrawlings here over the years, you may appreciate my bardic dabblings. Good name for a prog rock band.
Perhaps I will pop over and write here again, as there does seem to be a society of flagellants still making the pilgrimage.
I hope this finds you all well in these days of wine and roses.