Category Archives: objects
02.47
You can’t portray me, said Mark, because I have disappeared completely, in wake and sleep. If I listen to you, I am you, if I plane a piece of lumber, I am the plane and the wood, if I
02.42
Julia opened one eye, the other followed. She turned the bedside light on. The filament in the large, glass light bulb glowed. She picked up her dream book. Her eyes closed, then opened again. Her hand moved quickly. She
02.33
January, 1809. The average depth of the water in Helobiae lagoon is twelve feet. Artificial islands connect the existing ones and give continuity to the texture of the city. April, 1927. Helobiae is protected by the Maelstrom Dam, which
02.26
Julia opened her eyes. She heard the sound of water around her, still she was dry, in a bed, around her metal walls covered with small photographs. Sailboats and open seas. The water lulled her back to sleep. Julia
02.21
The Pliers Cake is made with Manitoba Flour, yeast, eggs, warm water, sugar, salt, vanilla, rum, lemon and orange peel and butter. All ingredients must be at room temperature. One egg white is to be kept separate and used
02.21
The Pliers Cake is made with Manitoba Flour, yeast, eggs, warm water, sugar, salt, vanilla, rum, lemon and orange peel and butter. All ingredients must be at room temperature. One egg white is to be kept separate and used
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
02.14
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
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