Posts Tagged: machine
That night Julia saw in a dream Thom’s adding machine. She dreamed of counting the stars one by one, as Gaia did up to a hundred, to thousands and millions.
What is that machine for, asked Gaia. That is a voice recorder, said Thom, his long white hair dancing in front of his eyes. It records songs and funny stories. I like to hear stories from persons, not from
The adding machine is missing the paper roll, Sonja said. I can do it, Julia said. She sat next to Sonja that afternoon and made the calculations the machine would make but faster.
Gaia made a wide gesture with her hands. Did you see that eel? No, said Julia, but I saw a strange lever, one of those lever that I saw in books from many years ago. It was in the middle
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
Gaia and Julia went to visit Mark again. We found some parts of the machine at the museum, Gaia said, but they are not aware of the machine itself. Yes, said Mark, either that, or they do not want