For over two months of anticipation, Don Fernando Pasamano had been preparing the fine details for this illustrious event. Firstly, his residence had to undergo a general renovation. And as it was an old manor house it was necessary to knock out some walls, enlarge the windows, put down some new floorboards, and paint the … Continue reading El banquete – Julio Ramón Ribeyro (English translation)
A man may have two ideas in his head at once, even if they contradict themselves. Here I am - ink on a page but also a narration speaking in your head. Speaking in your inner voice. Like this. The adventure we are about to embark on follows the same principle, it is the story … Continue reading Knight Errant
Warm hands patted him on the back as he passed by the other cubicles, he addressed each of their grins with a stoic nod. Only a single man stayed in his seat and pouted. B paid no attention to him, and returned his thoughts to a worn out wish; that he could simply achieve his … Continue reading Museum Man ii
-- Do you believe in God? -- Yes -- Which one? -- There's only one -- So what's his name? -- God is just God -- Like how you call me son -- But you're actual name is George, that's right! -- George the dragon slayer -- But that's a nickname -- Does He have … Continue reading Museum Man
"What am I looking for?" I demanded of myself for the nth time. Amongst cobwebs, creaking drawers and dusted mirrors - in which I appeared to myself as a foggy ghost from the blurred periphery of mine eye - I rummaged around fervently despite having no idea what exactly I was searching out. I had … Continue reading Saint Val and I are disappearing
His green eyes rolled toward the ceiling, vibrating with rage as if gazing on a phantom of inspiration bathed in flame, as he searched for words to convey his outrage that, at that moment, was causing his snoutish mouth to open and shut erratically. He stood like an actor who had forgotten his lines, and … Continue reading A Dream of: Antiquity No. Sleven
Horror, the pure unrestrained horror. Separate images ambushed and attacked my mind, one by one as if my brain was being sliced and seasoned down the line from cook to cook; a shishkebab chandelier, a fondue of rancid blood, men with pig faces eating pork, tusked women shoving live eels into their mouths, relishing the … Continue reading A Dream of: Antiquity Ses
