Clutched among the weathered stonework of Tullgotha's business district is the old Calendar House. Herein dwells the person known to many simply as The Seer.

They say that her brain moves backward in time, that she remembers the future and not the past. Visitors report that her 'memories' can be vague and hazy like the twinkling dust of nostalgia or they can be as sharp and incisive as the razor edge of the present.

The Seer writes her ‘memories’ on scraps of parchment as they come to her. This she does primarily as a process to purge the clutter of such a burden of the mind, often instantly discarding her writings or scraping them clean for immediate reuse.

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As a future event draws near The Seer is more wont to retain its record since passage into the past will render it beyond recall and it would be a shame not to remember what has happened, especially when you knew it was coming.

These ephemeral palimpsests reflect in physical form the chaotic nature of The Seer's ‘memories’ - scattered, overwritten fragments of uncertain importance or order.

Recorded as isolated notes, the natural tendency is to arrange them in sequence and then read the sequence; they can form beguiling narratives when suitably arranged. Yet, as often as not, the fragments could just as easily be rearranged into equally coherent alternative stories.

One such collection of writings you now hold in your hand. Tentatively sequenced and carefully preserved from excessive overwriting or destruction.

You might wonder how they reached you.