Two decades over two millennia
The story I'm going to tell, is not my story. It is the story of someone, who is telling a story which is very similar to his own. The dream I will remember, won't be mine. It's the dream of someone who remembers a dream, that is very similar to his own. I think of stories I like to make stories. To tell them. I know this must sound like the dream of little Iasonas. What will he be when he grows up. When I wake up, it'll happen again. It'll start all over...
Sunday, April 20, 2025
Saturday, January 04, 2025
A wolf lying in wait #2
I am afraid of heights; I have fallen from a high place.
I am afraid of fire; I have been burned many times.
I am afraid of separation; often have I been offended.
I am not afraid of death; I have never died before, not even once.
Friday, January 03, 2025
A wolf lying in wait #1
In your absence
I converse with you,
when you are there,
I converse with myself.