Ein Fenster. Ein Mann davor. Oder dahinter. So genau weiß er es selbst nicht, nur, dass es einen Unterschied macht, genauso wie es einen Unterschied macht, ob sein Glas halb voll oder halb leer ist. Seine linke Hand schließt sich um das Gefäß auf dem Tisch, automatisch und ohne optische Lotsenhilfe durch seine Augen, die [...]
Light streams into the room from the window above my head. If you can call it that. The light, I mean. It’s grey. It’s dull. And it’s a problem, because it means that it is too dark in the room to work properly, but not dark enough to switch on the lights. I sit on [...]
There is a sound. I can hear it, but I cannot identify it. It’s not the muffled “thump” of my feet on the muddy path nor the rustling of leaves or the hum of passing cars in the nearby street. It isn’t caused by the birds in the trees or the squirrels on the ground. [...]
I have never been good at poetry. I wrote a few poems as a kid, but more of the “it is not fine, if you will not rhyme“-kind, really. I do not claim that this is in fact poetry in the technical sense of the word, since this is something quite spontaneous and has not [...]
Here we go again, Donna thought angrily, shaking her head. She felt miserable and it served her right. There was no happily ever after, no making up for past mistakes, no going back to the way things were. She had been too naïve, too stupid and this was the result. Tears were crawling into her [...]
…the stars were bright, much brighter than they had been in Sam’s memory. Or maybe their light had just faded away over the years, like so many other details about this island he had desperately tried to hold on to in his mind. He had fought to keep the memory of every smell, every sound, [...]
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