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Oh, what a way to die!
The Restless Wind
The loving stone
The Land who owned itself
Measuring values
Intact organs
(Two bankers sit on a bench. They are both nicely dressed in suits and matching shoes and while waiving their hands it is clear to any viewer that they are heartily engaged in a familiar dialogue. Behind them is a neon street sign with numbers that keep irregularly changing. The
In a land far away, in a time far away, there was once a troubled wind. It comes with the nature of being a wind to rarely pause and take a break. Winds are meant to unquestionably move along with any impulse that seems fit. They push and break, caress
If I were to tell you a story about a loving stone, would you believe me? I mean, it sounds a bit weird. But if you’re willing to listen, by the end of this tale, you might realise that love is to be found where you least expect it.
There was once a land that owned itself. At first, that fact might not make you think deeper, on the contrary it sounds so unadventurous that you’re not truly interested in reading more. Such a boring land you think. Tell me another type of story, you kindly ask. But,
There was a slight hesitation. The kind of hesitation that most people would miss. But it was there and it was real. It was based on long term fear, complexity and everyday desperation. Macro perspectives inhabited that micro second while time kept passing. For what it was worth, she knew
Amputated ideas of a great life He saw the alluring advertisement on the crowded bus one day when rushing home from work. It was one of those images with a smiling and successful looking face that makes your own appearance seem dull and insignificant. “Trusted by millions” was written in