Creaking of the oak stairs. A house made of trees cut from the
surrounding woods. A huge brick tall house outside of York. A tall
circular castle among the greenery of a leafy lazy pond.

Caught between the world and the woods. An affinity for natural things,
and yet here I am in the great Unnatural. Lands of stone & shelter. The
difference is academic, though — it's all natural. But what about me
seeing places & things with my own eyes? Islands & prairies and ruins and
vistas?

Leather in the weather. 12th century soldiers miserable in the drizzle.
Shivering in the fens. Looting the October weather.

Octagonal wanderlust. Thunderlust in a donderstorm. Thundrous lust,
humming like a hundred tons. Hunning. Hunting lust and hunny. Hunting
panjandrums in pajamas. How they got in my pajamas I'll never know.

I'll never kno. On my knees. Thunderlust in the wanderlust. Romperlust.
An octagonal lens like a ship's deck prism. Klaus Wanderlust. Klaus
Wunderbar the barber.

Humiliate the helmsman! Don't humiliate the helmsman!