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Weekly Contest #337
PrefaceA PreludeBy way of preparatory exercises Notes from the Corner of a Euclidean Space The Mirror (In various postures) Reclining Look there. Where? There. But it is nowhere. No, not nowhere. Nay, that is reflection. Which reflection? Where? There. Straight ahead. Simply, though, how can a reflection be there? Sitting Look up. Look straight. Rather, don’t look at all, don’t even shut your eyes, for you would still be looking. Rather, just not. Notting is incredibly tough. To spring out of the void, in instantaneous ill-continuity. Not, ...
Weekly Contest #335
PORTRAIT OF AN ELECTRIC CHAIR I was a shy prince. I wore my cap backwards. I inhaled and exhaled profusely. In fact, I inhaled and exhaled to such an intolerable level of frequency that, one day, on December 3rd, at ten o’clock in the morning, I fainted. Of course, when I came to, I was pleased to see that I was totally OK. No broken limbs, no bruises, no scratches; only, though, I was a shade darker in my complexion, thenceforth and forever more. So, here I am, roughly three years later (and, might I add, I use the revolutions of mars to ma...
Weekly Contest #334
June 14 I have walked all this way to write you this letter. I am at the the café, though not the usual café. There is an obnoxious music that troubles my thoughts and rattles my words. I hope you will forgive me for my inadequate language, perhaps still further do I seek your forgiveness that I should demand that you blame it on these wretched sounds. I walked here with a great deal of energy, inspiration filling my organism from all sides. It was utterly delightful, I felt my head transformed into a lightbulb. Many whisperings, angelic or ...
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