The City Walks Through Me
At the corner of The Causeway and Little Collins Street, she bent down and picked up a piece of broken heart that had fallen out of my pocket. The night breeze fluttered its frayed edges, the fragment trapped between her...
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The Scent of Green
The problem was apparent even before Chloë could see the photobioreactors of Bluefirth—the distinct smell punched through the dappled daylight—a seashore's worth of dead creatures left for too long under a hot afternoon sun. One of my earliest attempts at...
La bibliothèque d'objets quotidiens
Is there a moment that you would miss most, across any given lifetime? Sitting here in this hidden street in Montmartre—or at least the memory of it—might well be the moment I’d cling to at my final point of death....
Against the Time Beasts
Sometimes, the future hinges on a whisker of a moment, as if time were a wild animal. That weight in the air as seconds prowl past, I smell it on your breath as you curl and uncurl your fists— left,...
Dandelion Brew
I turn around to prepare the infusions. Something catches my eye. A boat I’ve never seen before slithers into the Serpentine. Unlike mine, its cockpit is covered, presumably connected to the main cabin. The small deck on the bow looks...
The Rabbit in the Moon
There is a momentary flicker under the garish sign that is flashing Happiness can be yours with a pleasure doll draped over a plush red sofa—a flicker that morphs into an image, then takes the form of a solid white...