Tag Archives: Imagination

Clockwork eggs (1989)

When men were laying eggs the race started. It never quite ended, for there is no end. One was saying he didn’t care to know; the moment was important, not history. So he sat on the train seat and spat with disdainful nonchalanche, by the suitcase on the floor. The landscape was changing beyond the [...]

Mafia in London (1995)

The guy wouldn’t want to say anything on the telephone, so we arranged to meet at the Caffè Italia in Soho. We were sipping our expressos when a big bloke with a shrunken suit tapped on our shoulders and showed us out with a nod of his bald head. The barman nodded too, meaning that [...]

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