Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Science Fiction

Silke David,

The last post sounded like science fiction because it is almost total bullshit. Trace was very sick and spent most of a month in a hospital. He has, in essence, disappeared from daily life around here,

As we have written about from time to time, he is a sleep walker. There was a night in September when he walked out of the house in the middle of the night, he was stark naked. This time he walked into the pine forest. He caught a cold that escalated into pneumonia that escalated into other things. It was hell for a while but he is home and he is regaining his stamina.

Anyway, I had a dream about him disappearing completely one night and wrote about it as if the reality of my dream was more than just in my head.


  1. Dear Ian,

    Thank you for being honest.
    Hope that you are all keeping well and will cope alright with the winter.

  2. Happy Thanksgiving!
    I am already envious of the nice food that you will enjoy.
    I have to work long hours all weekend and have filled my fridge with ready meals.
    Let us know what you had?
    Best Wishes, Silke

  3. Dear Master Ian and Trace,

    I want to wish you and the rest of your troupe a VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR!
    The last year has been very eventful and I wish you all the best for the new year.