Fiction
Ice Scream Float
Loose Leaves From The Tree of Daydreams

Suddenly, a cloudy day alights from whispered years and like an eerie past, caresses the back of your neck and asks: have you forgotten yourself?
I didn’t perceive time. A lightness of mind came over me and blurred my vision. I moved my eyes and observed the text in front of me: it was a blot, no point…