Chapter One I died this past night. There is nothing supernatural about this. Nature kills everyone. Only rocks are immortal. Nonetheless, it’s a bit unusual. You live and you live, then—poof—and you’re six feet under. I don’t like these sorts of sudden reversals, and, what’s more, I’ve read that dying isn’t always in our best […]
Like Rabbits in the Night I received a letter from my old friend Gertrude. In it, Gertrude wrote: “Those horid rabits girdled the pair trees that I werked so hard to grow. The monsters also aet my plum tree with the beutifull blosoms in the spring. And they chewd up my aple trees. You see
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Something inside me always stirs—today too—as soon as I see those two bridges again, the long Bernadine monastery, the narrow gap in the enfilade of little yards, and the little gateway, beyond which spread the real intestines and cloacae of Užupis—how much of it has been walked over with stumbling feet, not with Tūla, without
STRIPED Last autumn my husband and I finally decided to buy some furniture, new armchairs to replace our old ones which were about twenty years old. It was only furniture … We left home in a peaceful state, but we became angry with each other after the second set of furniture at Furniture Heaven. It
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9. The Mountaineer Simonas uncorks the bottle of wine and pours the old man a glass, then one for himself. The old man smells the wine, and closes his eyes. His nose is probably the only sensory organ that he can still trust. After taking a cab home, Simonas slept for half an hour, but
