Posts Tagged: compassion
04.19
The food was tastier on Julia’s last dinner in Helobiae, but harder to swallow. She chewed and chewed, her eyes fixed on her full plate. Get going girls, tomorrow’s the big day. We’ll take you to the Airfield and
04.17
My stomach hurts, I cannot eat. Julia’s head was bowed, her plate of paccheri with ricotta and cherry tomatoes untouched. Gaia banged her glass against Julia’s. It is very good and my belly hurts too. Julia looked at her.
04.17
My stomach hurts, I cannot eat. Julia’s head was bowed, her plate of paccheri with ricotta and cherry tomatoes untouched. Gaia banged her glass against Julia’s. It is very good and my belly hurts too. Julia looked at her.
04.14
This summer, Alexander told Julia, I’d like you to take a trip. Julia thought of the Ilonia Island, which she had only heard about. Where to? Tokyo. I need aerial maps and drawings. Yes, Julia said and felt fear
04.13
Before time. Islands absorb the attitude of their residents. Ilonoa, the quiet island, sees few people around in the morning, and never has a seaman been born in Vesper, the island of builders and makers.
04.13
Before time. Islands absorb the attitude of their residents. Ilonoa, the quiet island, sees few people around in the morning, and never has a seaman been born in Vesper, the island of builders and makers.
04.11
That night Kristen sang in an empty water tower on top of a stone building in Neck Island. To enter the tower, Julia and Gaia climbed a steep stair leading to a porthole in the wooden floor of the
04.11
That night Kristen sang in an empty water tower on top of a stone building in Neck Island. To enter the tower, Julia and Gaia climbed a steep stair leading to a porthole in the wooden floor of the
04.09
Movement is a dance of lines and circles. There’s never a dead moment, never a still moment. Julia caressed the handrail and looked intently at the fresco on the wall.
04.09
Movement is a dance of lines and circles. There’s never a dead moment, never a still moment. Julia caressed the handrail and looked intently at the fresco on the wall.
04.08
December, 1350. Helobiae, the ever-changing city, is born out of the water on the first twelve islands. December, 1476. Helobiae now integrates one thousand and eighty islands.
04.07
Julia could see patterns anywhere she looked. Each pattern a play-field for thousands of new stories and a repository for thousands of old ones. Each pattern a lens revealing its internal workings. Julia’s head felt dizzy that
04.04
Julia drew all day at the Archilab, maps, routes, connections. She left the lab at sunset, walked home counting each step, careful not to step on any crack. She was ready to play.
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