There are days - usually Tuesdays, always drizzly - when I suspect I’ve fallen out of time. I don’t mean in the Romantic sense, like I’ve become a flâneur of yesteryear, drinking absinthe with Baudelaire while watching Victorian dogs bark in sepia. No, I mean I’m quite literally out of step with whatever this “present” … Continue reading A Wizard’s Dream, or: Why My Toaster Is Probably a Portal