alf/s travels

by Laura K. Hydle

(2024. White City, London, UK)

[ transcript of Alf/s Travels from the pdf ]

year 13… I am start to notice the fish population dwindle by at least 22.569 percent. My only assumption might that we displease the gods. Many factions of our land have moved from the Old Ways. Though the demand for my product pursits. Hushhushush…

Still, at this rate if we are not to satisfy the godswe will surely not make year 20. I must seek Bo of Jutin. I’ve heard he wonders in the other realms. I will take as long as I need to find Bo. I will have Esthee cover the market rounds in the meantime.

Up the cloud

avoid despair

Up the cloud

If you dare,

sugar tears and

answered prayers

up the river bend we go

New Rome was out of the question. They have deported all members of the House of Jutin and put up an enchanted border, a border in which the Jutin’s created to protect New Rome from the Giants in Round 3448… To Nala… ShshsShsh

Gravity is lighter here. A toxic peace fills my lungs, I labour to breathe. But woe is me I need to get back to work.

A petite Nalan lady told me she saw a strange, tall slender, clear being walk through these arches a few days ago. The hunt continues, I will follow his trail until we meet.. Hushshsh

Its been 34 hours 2 minutes and 33 seconds .0657 milliseconds have passed and still the suns have barely moved. They take their time, time of which we can’t afford to lose

I am not sure why but I feel like I’ve been here before. Something is telling me that I was here as a child.. I see dancing figures and a fire I see myself as a child cooking a fish over it. I go up and embrace the stone which brings me these memories

I embrace it

I can breathe again my lungs have crystalized I no longer have a body and I see All, I see from the eyes of the gods, and I sit next to them. They show me everything. They show me the coming years and the next 1000 Rounds. I see Bo, Bo of Jutin he is by my side and we know, we speak with energy and understand.

Alf’s Travels is an ethnofictional narrative written by Laura K. Hydle from the City In a Day workshop led by Gary Clough