‘People who are not bored cannot tell stories’
ACT I We were the bored storytellers that day, my lover and I – we were two exhausted big cats sprawling on each other in the silence of deep breaths. […]
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ACT I We were the bored storytellers that day, my lover and I – we were two exhausted big cats sprawling on each other in the silence of deep breaths. […]
Her passport picture was a reproduction of her painted portrait – in Marchesa Casati’s time you could pass the border like that without a detour to the police station. Now, […]
My lover, creature of the written word gushing with instinctive heartbeats straight from the arteries of feeling, always in stream of consciousness on pages filled by the minute, told me […]
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that everybody employs iconography as a main conveyor of their messages because there practically exists not one more instantaneous a way to make something […]