Sublime

Death was in every fibre of these creatures. It was hidden in their languages and at the root of their civilizations. You

mordant

It was as if words persisted when there were no humans around to hear them.

Omensetter’s Luck, Wittgenstein’s Mistress, and Blood Meridian, but added Jerzy Kosinski’s little-known Steps,

she was the winner, it was her always curious, always insatiable reading that managed to uncover truths hidden in the most barefaced fake, and falsity with no attenuating circumstances in words claiming to be the most truthful. What could our illusionist do? Rather than sever the last thread that tied him to her, he went on sowing confusion among t

perennial

Upset by two nostalgias facing each other like two mirrors,