Asemic Postcard 290: sent from the burning fog of war
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Postcards from Zarkatb’s ey’re
If the phenomenon violates the laws of nature as we know them, it does so within a sufficiently narrow margin to fit into the space-time framework that constitutes our private universe.
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Una pagina a caso dal:
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This is the story of Cortina
So, I believe, this is the story of Cortina. Is a world without doctors meaningless? What would a world without doctors be like? She gave birth like a church bird. After that, yes, she went to the bathroom to seek advice, but there were only two people in a bed of shattered glass roses, and they would only smile and nod their heads like frozen crab apples in the winter wind. From that moment, she just endured – nothing could be seen in the mirrors, except crustaceans contemplating the great leap of faith and temporal paradoxes. In the unfinished ballroom, the chairs and high tables were filled with plants and torn kimonos. Kim remembered struggling to solve the problem of Cortina, to find things that inspired her.
Still alone, feeling trapped, she sought advice from the world's doctors, but to no avail. They saw nothing. Alone again, she lay in bed, atoning for the cries of geese heading south. She went to the bathroom to absolve her difficulties with shadows and echoes. It was an unforgettable and profound experience. Who wouldn't think about that day and night, and all the joy and happiness she lost when the days grew like ivy over the walls of memory? Her father never ate cheese on Fridays; a peculiar religious belief connected to reincarnation and cactus. Since then, the community has survived in the city of broken promises, and copper towers. There are neither birds nor cactus plants to be found there, just the cries of geese heading south.
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What if Wednesday ~ Hope Crossing the Border
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Asemic Cinema: The 1’Q that came from Exo~9per^K’mjuVEb’t - A Selection of Scenes
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Of Bookish Things
Stefano Zanardi
Mr. Pataphor, Dadaist Dad
