The October Country


	...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain...

Well met by moon-light, wanderer. My own introduction shall be brief. I stand before you, a Teller of tales... writer, actor, human... a contradiction in terms, caught midway between Heaven and Hell. As such, I am by turns somber and foolhardy; taciturn and talkative; cold and passionate... above all I am, as all storytellers have been and ever more will be, a liar - but like the Rhymer all my tales contain, within their deepest hearts, the truth. And so, I bid you sit... spend a night in the Lonesome October.

I await your word, O wanderer... deliver your message unto me.

Pater_Tenebre@hotmail.com or
tenebre@mailcity.com

If you wish, you might peruse my own thoughts about myself... either examine my (admittedly long-winded) self-analytical, self-descriptive ramblings, or view the more succinct portrait... or the details of my tastes in literature, music and film

These are some of the people who call me friend... my brood, family or clan, depending on your point of view.

Of course, there are always other places to travel to; favourite stops on electron roads, if you will. If you wish to visit the places that interest me, take your first step here

And if your interest is in a more professional vein, feel free to take a look at my resume. I'm sure I can make some time for you. My work interests are as eclectic as my life interests... I'm open for suggestions, as my work history will suggest.

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Last Updated on January 9th, 2000