Me comí las raíces sin pensarlo, y cuando la nena empezó a abrir, con un cuchillito de madera, la panza del oso, yo ya est aba alucinando suavemente.

Situated Speculations

12 FICTION(S)

Gracias, Capítulo 8-9

Friction

In the reality of a room, in which the lover is sitting and staring at the object telephone, images and narrations formed by the forces of fiction interfere.

Danke, Kapitel 8-9

Like Cézanne’s Apple, I began to see Electronic Music differently when I realized all the possibilities that were in my reach.

The Devil’s Drool

„Ja ...“ Es gab eine erneute Stille und danach fragte Nínive, in einem dummen Ton: „Und wäre ich dann Königin?“

Maze

Of the countless false certainties that roam the world, art does not subscribe any.