A Flagrant Myth

Our story starts in the middle, with a disappearance.

A slow decay that pulls brick from brick and the white paint peeling from walls like the fingers of a ghost. Shutters fall on the shops, houses crumble like dust. People turn into creatures half-human, half-goat. They defecate into the hollows of blasted trees, they gnaw at the grass that springs from ruined walls.

As the days pass they are no longer visible; they have dissolved into a primeval music...

TEN YEARS BEFORE, near the beginning

News clippings and documents

TEN YEARS LATER, near the end

Transcript from an unreleased tape made by an urban explorer

OUT OF CONTEXT, or perhaps on its other side

Common flora
Animated antiques (from my own archive)
Miscellaneous microcosms
A conversation (after Oscar Wilde)