Devil House

by John Darnielle

Not antiques: cast-offs. Things of no known vintage, the invisible bits of the past that form its greater part.

There is ample space in the brain for several worlds to occupy at once.

In your life, the rhythm of these little routines is like the gentle path of a ditch creek: predictable movement through unremarkable straits most days, but with enough small surprises in it to make it feel worthy of the space it takes up.

You were there because of the tides.