About Griswold

My name’s Griswold Cain. Some say I’m a man. Others say I’m what’s left of one.

I’ve spent the better part of my life chasing after things that don’t like to be caught—stories, mostly. Songs, sometimes. Fragments of places that don’t exist on maps, or only appear when the mist curls just right. Loria, they call it, though the name’s older than memory and softer than stone.

This site is a bit of a shelf for all that. You’ll find my scribbled pages tucked here and there—what some would call journal entries, though I don’t remember writing half of them. Then there’s Adventure Soup, the fireside podcast I send out like a bottle bobbing in the current. Each episode’s filled with oddities I’ve stumbled across in the wild: whispering cellars, creatures that don’t blink, relics that might’ve once been kind. And if the wind’s right, you might also hear a bit of music—banjo-thick, half-lost tunes from behind the veil.

I’m not here to teach anything. I’m not even sure I believe in lessons. But I do believe in wonder. In asking good questions. In following strange trails without needing a reason.

So that’s what I do. I wander. I listen. I write things down before they disappear. And every now and then, I share them here.

Whether you came by accident or on purpose, welcome. You’re not lost—not yet.

There’s tea on. The fire’s warm. Mind the cat.