bill

through the mirrors of history and the distortions of time...dalmeny kirk and the rebuilding with stones from the calton jail, a visiting king and childhood echoing...there are such stories to hear, to tell, if only we would listen...the oral tradition not dead only mutated, the thinning threads which unwind into the past, tales tangled upon shifting society, redshift into silence into solitude, a carnage of avatars upon fibreoptic distances...or words shifting our perceptions and understandings from yesterdays into nows....or should that be nous....