Hookland 11/11/20 19:30:54

My mother was a clever witch, now she’s dead and left me all her riches Her black kettle and iron knife that makes wounds beyond any stiches Her compass to true Faery north, a dead man’s finger that always twitches Part of Trad. Hookland cursing rhyme #WitchWednesday

Hookland 11/11/20 20:51:55

For it is St. Martinmass. Din of geese parading in Weychester for the Bishop’s Goose Fair make many regret their witch pints. Cunning folk scour lanes in search of soot and scorching caused by the ghostlights of the night before. Winter grows impatient. – #CLNolan #Martinmass

Hookland 11/11/20 21:14:39

@PaoloSammut The fade can also be mapped onto the ghost narrative. Does the rate of decay increase when the story is told less, when details degrade in transmission? Does it take a more stable form for the constant narration of ghost walk and ‰Û÷spook bros‰Ûª TV tosh tellings?