The Ghost of Electricity: War Stories by Jon McLeary # 108 Valhalla

It was a house on the Terrace that we found when we learned the big warehouse space that we called home was about to be torn down. Old and stucco, full of earthquake cracks and rundown but with a majestic view of the city. Valhalla was painted in spidery writing on the façade.

There was plenty of space, huge rooms and I had an art and music studio set up…