the inky twisty terror of the eye peeping in the dark slithering waiting whisper... a dark and dingy town , everyone is ill and drunk and wraithlike , children play in the carpark and sleep under duvets of stone...something is stirring and glowing quietly to itself , scuffling with spraycans it makes itself known through the cracks and whispers ...clues marked around the unlit town and candles left in corners.... angel mice with dribble on their bibs and halos painting light which comes to life ...the post box crumbles up the dull mail and the dustbin eats the rubbish .... the boy in the chip shop is secretly an elf and you might be something weird yourself ... aeon ( rachel pereira ) aeonarmy@yahoo.co.uk tel: 07747 544279