I had begun to realize that you had to wage a guerilla war against whatever force had come to inhabit Area X if you wanted to fight at all. You had to fade into the landscape, or like the writer of the thistle chronicles, you had to pretend it wasn't there for as long as possible. To acknowledge it, to try to name it, might be away of letting it in.

• war
• knowledge
• guerilla war
• subterfuge
• naming