The Terrors of Death are Fallen Upon Me (Séance on a Wet Afternoon)

A black-and-white shot of rain drops gathering in a puddle on the street, reflecting the Italianate gabled peak of the Savages' Victorian villa.

|Matthew Tchepikova-Treon| I’ve only ever seen British rain in the movies, a particular kind of rain that seems intent on keeping people indoors. Damp quietude where a slow-motion tempest may come forth, a private fantasy. What happens if it just sits in the parlor? What happens when… Continue reading