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You’ve crossed the globe to be here, yet you can’t take the last few steps. Stone fences speckled with age, salute your long shadow. The smell — musty slate roofs, moist dirt — stretches an arm and waits for you to take it. You remain motionless. Houses outlive us, you think, the paved streets too, those… Continue reading A two-beat waltz
Inspired by the music of Be Water My Friend, Rob Luft Transistor-thin sounds skittle through my brain. Jingly, looping — like the last message from a satellite rolling through the void, pulsing from a gap between realities where I’m alone with the ghosts of dead friendships. Something shifts. A shiver, a ripple through dimensions. Music… Continue reading The Lighthouse
She’s here to say goodbye. To stock up on memories and use them — as a shield, a safety rope, medicine — once she crosses the threshold of the unknown. Her feet sink into the powdered road dust. Up ahead, the red rock she used to be scared of crumbles in the sun and her… Continue reading The wish
Rostislava Pankova-Karadjova 