Author Archives: Marco
02.19
Julia looked at the window of a small pastry shop. A voice from inside said Come in. A small, old woman was standing behind the counter. I have been waiting for you, the old woman said. I have never
02.18
The air is lighter here than anywhere else I have been. It is whole with the sea. Currents run unencumbered from the skies to the sea and back. I have learnt to ride those currents as marine mammals before
02.17
Julia recognized the man right away. I saw you the other day from an Airship. You were riding a flying machine and around you I saw, Julia said after a moment of indecision, fish, schools of fish. Please have
02.17
Julia recognized the man right away. I saw you the other day from an Airship. You were riding a flying machine and around you I saw, Julia said after a moment of indecision, fish, schools of fish. Please have
02.16
Julia, Gaia and Mark heard clanking noises from outside of the house, yet nobody came to the door. When Gaia leaned on it, the door opened. Inside the house the air was damp, piles of paper, books, stuffed animals,
02.16
Julia, Gaia and Mark heard clanking noises from outside of the house, yet nobody came to the door. When Gaia leaned on it, the door opened. Inside the house the air was damp, piles of paper, books, stuffed animals,
02.14
Although it was a sunny day, as the fishtrain got closer to the island the air became less and less clear, by the time they arrived they were engulfed in a large cloud. When Julia, Gaia and Mark parted
02.13
We are looking for a man who rides a flying bicycle, said Mark. Do you happen to know him? The man looked outside of the porthole above Mark, Julia and Gaia. There is no such thing as a flying bicycle,
02.12
On an early Sunday morning, while Kristen was deep asleep, Gaia, Julia and Mark took a fishtrain to the Island of Mist, above which Julia saw flying fish and a flying old man on a winged machine. It took them
02.11
Julia looked at the sky, one star at a time, the brightest and the most distant, those that were visible only after several minutes, those which appeared after her eyes accustomed to the darkness. I’d like to draw a
02.11
Julia looked at the sky, one star at a time, the brightest and the most distant, those that were visible only after several minutes, those which appeared after her eyes accustomed to the darkness. I’d like to draw a
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