The last couple of days W has spent reading old mythology. W: “Better read now. Don’t know if we can bring any books where we are heading.”
A week ago, or so, a Twitter stream was brought to my attention. It is one that I urge you to read, whether or not you choose to partake of Twitter’s personal brand of addiction. The Lechardia account recounts, seemingly in real time, an expedition to the ice of the North. Very little has been revealed, but the bio explains that these are “unabridged telegrams from the Lechardia expedition” and so far we have heard of a handful of initials and the mysterious Iron Coffin. The precise nature of the expedition is unclear, and it appears that its participants know little enough themselves.
The tale itself is reminiscent of HP Lovecraft’s “At the Mountains of Madness,” of Coleridge’s “Rime of the Ancient Mariner” and of elements from Frankenstein and Dracula.
This is something you do not want to miss.
Wind is still strong. We are ahead of schedule. I have inspected the Iron Coffin. It is well protected and the seal is unbroken.
