The building, discreet. Its windows, cracked and greasy from years of neglect. Its previous identity, a shell for […]
Category Archive: Fiction
After giving the issue the thought it deserved, he concluded the only really possible options were 1) an […]
I. Martel’s Position Martel’s position is a strange one, very strange. Yes, strange, strange is the only word. […]
Clouds open like envelopes. My fingers touch a damp sponge to white. I have limited time. Water trickles […]
I did not mean to do that. Nobody did. It just happened. As if, reality is self-programmed. I […]
10 | the crisis of language Annie and I, with others, are having many discussions about language. We […]
One midwinter night the warm pitying foehn winds came from over the mountains to collapse upon the shin-deep […]
To my Auntie Haydée, that she never die. A human life is a miserable rough draft, a meagre […]
The room overlooks the street. Because the room overlooks the street, the borders of the street and the […]
And then Åmodt—really, I should have seen it coming—Åmodt starts going on and on about Norway. Not in […]
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