Author Archives: Allison Epstein
The Strangeness of Strangers and Communal Isolation
I find myself continually filling the margins of my notebooks with words and phrases spoken by people around me. I’m a notorious eavesdropper, and whenever I find myself at a loss for inspiration, I flip back to these isolated thoughts in order to search for the train of thought that’s abandoned me. Thumbing through the […]
A Dream, A Nightmare, A Shadowy Tunnel
I’ve been told before that my dreams are both stunningly entertaining and mildly unnerving, often at the same time. This, as best I can gather, is for two reasons: I have the untethered imagination of a six-year-old, and the storyteller in me enjoys relating my dreams to others. My dreams run the gamut from charming […]
Sea Change: A Brainstorm Session
There must be something in the air in Armagh. Maybe it’s the smell of chickens, maybe the mist from the unexpected downpour atop Naven Fort. Either way, I had the glorious experience this afternoon of sitting down in front of a blank page with every intention of freewriting for a few minutes, and then scribbling […]
Emerging from the Mists of Time
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Actually, most of us had no idea what time it actually was. Somewhere between 2:30 pm and four in the morning, depending on the time zone. And yet, I doubt this is the real reason that our first two days walking the streets […]