A. Collingwood lives in a little town between forest and sea, and currently lives in a dank and dingy house on a hill, where a typewriter is the only thing that can drown out the scratching and slithering in the walls. If Collingwood must be contacted, do so on a full moon, at exactly midnight, on the blog “The Cabinet of A. Collingwood” at WordPress.com. Any misfortune that occurs afterwards cannot be held against the author. You’ll have no proof. We promise.