Category Archives: transparencies

05.38

  Every day Julia walked by Prospect Library, on Eastern Island. Here are enshrined was carved in the stone of the building.

05.38

  Every day Julia walked by Prospect Library, on Eastern Island. Here are enshrined was carved in the stone of the building.

05.31

  Life, out of the window, a miracle.

05.31

  Life, out of the window, a miracle.

05.28

  On her way, Julia stopped to get her shoe fixed at Rolando’s.

05.28

  On her way, Julia stopped to get her shoe fixed at Rolando’s.

05.21

  Julia and Gaia entered a bagel shop. When their turn came, they ordered two cinnamon raisin and two whole everything bagels. We’re lost, Gaia said to the man with the cap. Sort of, Julia said. Where do you live,

05.21

  Julia and Gaia entered a bagel shop. When their turn came, they ordered two cinnamon raisin and two whole everything bagels. We’re lost, Gaia said to the man with the cap. Sort of, Julia said. Where do you live,

04.46

  She’s a hatmaker, the woman named Kyoko said. I will look for her, said Julia and the woman left as suddenly as she had appeared. In moments Julia fell asleep again and woke up only late in the morning,

04.46

  She’s a hatmaker, the woman named Kyoko said. I will look for her, said Julia and the woman left as suddenly as she had appeared. In moments Julia fell asleep again and woke up only late in the morning,

03.72

  Hello, said Gaia. She was a few feet away, swimming towards Julia as she came out of the water. Julia could not say anything. She looked around her. They were in a large courtyard with three floors of balconies

03.72

  Hello, said Gaia. She was a few feet away, swimming towards Julia as she came out of the water. Julia could not say anything. She looked around her. They were in a large courtyard with three floors of balconies

02.32

          I’d like you to hunt for a story, said Mark. Why do we need a story, asked Gaia. We tell stories to understand who we are. Now, I’d like you to pick a hand. He thrust

02.32

          I’d like you to hunt for a story, said Mark. Why do we need a story, asked Gaia. We tell stories to understand who we are. Now, I’d like you to pick a hand. He thrust