Posts Tagged: spirituality
Under the starry sky of the ceiling of the room of Magical Stuff, Gaia showed Julia a red feather, a striped oar, a chef’s knife, a cloud, a shelf covered by wet, green grass. How can a cloud live
Wormholes make separateness irrelevant, Mark said. You are here and there almost at the same time. Plus, they hold matter in air, undisturbed by gravity. Let’s get to work.
Julia’s eyes were shut tight. The man called Thay put his hand on her face and spoke quietly. You are now free of your thoughts.
Who are you, asked Julia. My name is Kyoko, my memory brings me to this room every night, to repair what is broken. Julia looked around her, the bare room still in the darkness.
A small woman with a cloud of white hair on her head opened the door, smiled and said nothing. Julia took her shoes off and followed her to a small space behind a paper wall, where she left her