Lavender and Smoke: The Texture of Being (4)

Something in the distance causes you to lose concentration, a tiny hubbub of sounds and lights. The texture dissolves into whiteness. The moist, cool fog is all around, blanketing you with germination, gently nurturing you as a seed is nourished… Continue Reading

Lavender and Smoke: The Texture of Being (3)

He is on foot, barefooted in fact and striding through the cool, dark night at amazing speed. You remember the jacket still lying on the seat of your car. Was that a good place to leave the car, next to… Continue Reading

Lavender and Smoke: The Texture of Being (2)

“Well, the way I see it, you only gave me two choices, binary thinking; I do not accept binary thinking as an interpretation of the world. Watch out for that in the future, deadly you know. Let me propose a… Continue Reading

A Marmalade Tale

In a state of wretched wretchedness, I slipped down in my seat, turning inwards, the professor’s voice reduced to a mere hum in the background while the equations of Quantum Electrodynamics washed over me unchanged. Physics had no advice for… Continue Reading

Lavender and Smoke: The Texture of Being (1)

You’ve taken a wrong turn. All tools for preventing an outbreak of adventure have been rendered harmless: your cell phone battery is dead; the charger is at home; the glove compartment is not in possession of one of those old… Continue Reading