By ArtBear | Published:
July 8, 2009
“So soon as they come, they do disappear.” “True words.” “No,” said Giovanni, after a pause, “there are no such things as true words.” When Giovanni spoke, it was like dancing, and he danced like poetry. “Truth is an invisible woman. We can never see her, words could never describe her. Rather, words are like [...]
By ArtBear | Published:
July 8, 2009
Arthor awoke: I’ve been here before. The room was his childhood living room… but the walls were unpainted and unvarnished, the room was dank and stale, and there was a conspicuous bed in the middle of it. I’ve been here before, he thought, and he pushed himself up from the bed to look around. The [...]
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