A strange sight befalls the father and son pair observing Tate Tenda..
Curiosity leads a young man to the village magician... What will he find?
A magician of note or just a smart fool? The village could not decide...
A village hero... or is he?
The story of a man who baffled his community and yet became a hero...
A typewriter in a free fall accelerates at nine point eight meters per second squared.
No matter the place, the high stools were always the best seating spot
I rebel: against my past, against history and against a present that places the incomprehensible in the cold storage of history and thus falsifies it in a revolting way.
“About a thousand years from now, it seems the Earth will hit this comet with its thick tail”, he told her. “But we won’t be here anymore”, she answered. “Oh yes, we’ll be in the comet’s tail, as stardust”, he said.
"Even in her busiest moments, she was in a state of unrest, and working was a socially acceptable stimulus."
She was deadweight in his arms.
excerpts from a Samuel Beckett fantasia
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