Jun 29, 2019 | Fiction |
Every night he bolted himself in his room. As soon as he was still he felt the stillness around him and he had to make movements to destroy the stillness, to challenge the alertness of the room and the objects in it. He was rocking hard on the creaking board one night...
Apr 20, 2007 | Fiction |
Excuse me, said the moon. I’ll just put the kettle on. Kleinzeit nodded. The day knocked three times at his eyeballs. Morning for Mr Kleinzeit, said the day. I’m Mr Kleinzeit, said Kleinzeit. Sign here, please. Kleinzeit signed. Thank you very much, sir,...
