Posts Tagged: stories
Where are they going? They take passengers to Shelter Island, said Julia. At night? They have lanterns. What is the color of the sea at night? Black, as the sky. How are they going to find their way? They
We decode life and call it science. We encode our findings and call them stories, said Frank. Stories are how we understand. Julia kept drawing in her notebook the bat hanging from the ceiling of the attic while Gaia sat on the
Word after word the hero disappeared behind the stories, until one day he felt his journey complete. He had lost his identity to become everything. This thought distracted him and he stopped for a moment, his audience openmouthed.
Upon those who step into the same rivers, different and again different waters flow, said Gaia. Julia listened quietly, her eyes focused on the candle’s dancing flame.
Gaia disappeared from Julia’s view. Still, she could hear her voice. Everything that we dream about is here, at night the wind brings is to us in dreams. Julia looked around, the large windows were open. She felt a shiver