If you cannot say anything appropriate, limit yourself to remarks about the weather. The weather. Hmmm. What can I tell you about my weather? It’s neither here, nor there. Somehow it’s stuck between seasons; it’s not able to make up its own mind, to take shape, to manifest itself in a familiar way. So it [...]
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food for thought
They say “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. Or that “it’s all for the best”. Hmmm? Is it really so? Who comes up with these sayings, anyway? Who wants to make “us” feel better about our failures, about the general misery that we swarm in, day in and day out? Are these people really [...]
Dream of a butterfly
by Ana I found myself this morning in my mirror looking dazed confused somehow smaller than before tilted my head searched the bags beneath my eyes played with my nose it had turned green, crude a color my mom never liked the color of bile, maybe anyway… mundane details to the body I had inhabited [...]
Somnambulism senzorial / Sensorial sleepwalking
Noptile nu au miros Au gust De eucalipt de santal de India la vremea musonului Il mestec pe aceiasi dinti Istoviti in atatea articulari de cuvinte Rostogolite de-a valma Cu sau fara sens In alte nopti. Noaptea imi aud pielea imbatranind Gandurile jucand baba oarba Viata cu incetinitorul Vad lumea mai bine noaptea Curios Fara [...]
