A supermoon pink-flooded the workshop and all things therein. An ebay-bought second-hand digicam and an ex-professional camera dolly […]
fiction
On the street I saw one of my former employees, and she gave me a Heil Hitler salute. […]
From the appendix ‘defunct realities from the notebooks underneath my bed’ in Reperfusion iii. It was about […]
There is a street in this city where, at night, the light from the lampposts is wrong. You […]
Getting arrested is something people make too much fuss about. The worst is over and as long as […]
The taillights on the car in front blinked unevenly, like a tired man trying at all costs to […]
Jürgen approached the room slowly. The other children were in there and he did not feel like entering. […]
Flora is splayed out on her crumpled bed with none of the dignity of a woman of her […]
minor literature[s] 