Dark Matter

Sort of a companion piece to Tuesday's photo. I finally got round to reading Michelle Paver's 'Dark Matter', a great book, about a lone explorerin the Thirties enduring a haunting amidst the darkness and desolation of the Arctic Winter. It's a thumping good ghost story in the best Jamesian tradition, with just a hint of disturbing Lovecraftian pseudo-science:

In one of my periodicals there's a paper by someone who's worked out that what we know of the universe is only a tiny percenage of what actually exists. He says what's left can't be seen or detected, but it's there; he calls it 'dark matter'. Of course, no one believes him; but I find the idea unsettling. Or rather, not the idea itself, that's merely an odd notion about outer space. What I don't like is the feeling I sometimes get that other things might exist around us, of which we know nothing.

A good read for a Winter's night.

I bought a ticket for the reformed Jesus and Mary Chain gig at Rock City in February and then listened to 'Psychocandy' on my way to work to celebrate as the rain rain off my cap and soaked into my busted docs. Dark matters, indeed...