THE WEAVE:
Venus turns on the Light in Vesta's Lighthouse. The cupboards are covered in cobwebs. No One has been home in over a year. She tinkers with the trinkets, imagining their meaning, the Way you would in the attic of a house that has stood for many generations; Time travelling talismans, collected from the nether-regions of Space and Sea depths. Vesta never holds onto anything, for too long. She trades her trinkets, or gives them a Way. She picks them up, and puts them down again, rearranging the continuum. "Fucking everything up," Venus whispers critically. She handles 'Strange Victory,' opening it at random, reading...
"In a Darkening Garden Gather together, against the coming of the Night, All that we played with Here, toys and fruits, the quill from the Sea-bird's flight, the small flute, hollow and clear; The apple that was not eaten, the grapes un-tasted- Let them be put aWay. They served for us, I would not have them wasted, they lasted out our Day. ~ Sara Teasdale"