Saint Val and I are disappearing

"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

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A Dream of: Antiquity No. Sleven

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