I suspect that for many readers this text will sound like an exercise in sophistry. I am undecided myself. When someone has spent so many years watching the world almost exclusively through screens and texts, through other people’s minds and other people’s disasters, something…

Hello friends, I’m starting something here that feels a bit questionable – but then again, why not? During the night I was haunted by a flurry of vague dreams where old and new memories blurred together. So by morning, the only clear thing was that I wanted to write – and not…

“When one morning Gregor Samsa awoke from troubled dreams…” “Wait, wait! Can’t we do something else today?” He tried not to show any signs of irritation, closed the small luxury volume — carefully tucking in the straw — and slowly lifted his eyes toward the camera. The face in…

Beyond the ruined Ghost Park, the Ghost Forest has changed once again.