To possess beauty, it is often in dreams the slow arrow is released.
Do our dreams teach us in sleep what it is to feel dread, joy and love whilst we are awake? Or is it, do you think, the reality of living our daily lives with fear, hatred, happiness and love, that shapes our dreams? When we dream, we dream of simple things, of innocence: of sanctuary […]
The Teller has a flash memory . . . He was a young boy and whole. His life was complete and the day was picture book hot with the bluest of French blue skies, the greenest of saxen grass and groaning trees were fat with moisture after abundant rain. The sun shone yellow and white […]
Ca3(PO4)2 . . . The Teller is a man, in his bath – abandoned. The floor is black and white checked and the windows are tall affording a view of a magnificent landscape though not from where he sits waist high in slowly cooling water. What he is able to see are amorphous shadows falling […]
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