Digital Garden

I speak to him in an old language, musty and inveterate, with a faint whiff of salty cheese and home-made bread. Here, dragons have only four letters, cars are complicated machinery and polenta is made up of eMs. Here, to be is thinner than a spider’s thread. [Read More]

His belly kept rubbing against the back rest of the chair testifying to the fact that he, indeed, put on some weight. His boyfriend was not joking when he said that. The kid in the chair kept texting his girlfriend but that did not seem to bother him as long... [Read More]

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She said time is about to come. She said we had to act. It’s no use going against it… the Party… We are old. Too old already. So old, we’re made of love. We should go as we always hoped we will, doting the earth, dreaming of clouds. Not up... [Read More]

S-a așezat din nou în pat. Demult, ceaiul făcut de soția lui, cuvintele ei, parfumul ei l-au fi trezit. A închis ochii. Haa-iia! Haa-iia! Strigăte de jos. Cei doi băieți ai lui Ajawani, broker-ul, îmbrăcați cu costumele speciale și-au început dimineața practicînd tae-kwon-do în sufragerie. Băieții lui Ajawani erau campionii... [Read More]