Posts Tagged: attention

06.94

it is fat and thorny and it smells sweet, said Gaia.

06.94

it is fat and thorny and it smells sweet, said Gaia.

06.91

The FishTrain from Locust Island to the Atlantic Station was called Fjordomatic. The dark and creaky cars were wood-paneled, mirrors hovered above the sofas and incandescent bulbs dangled from the ceilings, providing unsteady light. Passengers drank wine and tea while listening

06.91

The FishTrain from Locust Island to the Atlantic Station was called Fjordomatic. The dark and creaky cars were wood-paneled, mirrors hovered above the sofas and incandescent bulbs dangled from the ceilings, providing unsteady light. Passengers drank wine and tea while listening

06.79

Nick left the boat and walked briskly up and down the Fondamenta. He opened and closed his fists, he touched the tip of his shoes with his hands without bending his knees, he squatted and jumped in the air and squatted

06.79

Nick left the boat and walked briskly up and down the Fondamenta. He opened and closed his fists, he touched the tip of his shoes with his hands without bending his knees, he squatted and jumped in the air and squatted

06.76

Cillian spent the night dismantling the coins, meting the metal, comparing, weighting and sampling. He drifted to sleep on the couch twice for a few minutes at a time, fully dressed.

06.76

Cillian spent the night dismantling the coins, meting the metal, comparing, weighting and sampling. He drifted to sleep on the couch twice for a few minutes at a time, fully dressed.

06.74

Cillian looked at people with such an intensity that most averted their eyes from him. He looked at their hands, their fingers, their fingernails; any wrinkle, stain or cut told him a story. Such obsession with looking did not escape most

06.74

Cillian looked at people with such an intensity that most averted their eyes from him. He looked at their hands, their fingers, their fingernails; any wrinkle, stain or cut told him a story. Such obsession with looking did not escape most

06.73

Cillian spent over two hours on Smyth Island. Nick the boatman saw him at a distance, carrying a metal case with a wooden handle in one hand and a long parchment in the other.

06.73

Cillian spent over two hours on Smyth Island. Nick the boatman saw him at a distance, carrying a metal case with a wooden handle in one hand and a long parchment in the other.

06.72

Cillian returned to his mascareta, a black, low, flat-bottom boat he used to move from island to island. He left the two Plier cakes and asked the boatman to wait for his return. Cillian came back an hour later, with a number of bags from

06.72

Cillian returned to his mascareta, a black, low, flat-bottom boat he used to move from island to island. He left the two Plier cakes and asked the boatman to wait for his return. Cillian came back an hour later, with a number of bags from

06.71

While Cillian was drinking tea he heard the sound again, on the countertop at a short distance from where he was. Again, the same sound. One more coin with the odd sound was laid on a table before he left. He looked

06.71

While Cillian was drinking tea he heard the sound again, on the countertop at a short distance from where he was. Again, the same sound. One more coin with the odd sound was laid on a table before he left. He looked

06.69

Cillian put his left hand in his pocket and started scrambling through the coins. One, two, one, two. Two were coins, two were not. One of the fakes came with the first purchase, the other with the second. He entered a café at a corner of Arzanà Square, sat

06.69

Cillian put his left hand in his pocket and started scrambling through the coins. One, two, one, two. Two were coins, two were not. One of the fakes came with the first purchase, the other with the second. He entered a café at a corner of Arzanà Square, sat

06.68

  The woman came back with a smile, a freshly baked Plier cake held between her hands. As Cillian looked at the cake, its smell filled the whole shop. He smiled and watched her wrap the cake in a sheet of white paper and

06.68

  The woman came back with a smile, a freshly baked Plier cake held between her hands. As Cillian looked at the cake, its smell filled the whole shop. He smiled and watched her wrap the cake in a sheet of white paper and