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Summer – the Manuscrpt

Author’s note: I wrote this piece by hand, on seven sheets of white paper, when I was about twenty-five. Coming across it again today gave me immense pleasure ……
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Axia Etcetera One day, Etcetera came up to me and put her sweet face down on my lap. “Dad, tell me about Mommy.” I said, “Honey, I wish I could, but since you were never born, and thus do not exist, I wouldn’t know how.” Then, seeing the tenacity in her eyes — so muchContinueContinue reading “Lil Miss Etcetera”

Y si un día

The other day, Manuel Huamán, lying there quiet in the dark of his grave, saw brown little children dancing, moviéndose bonito, and a scruffy yellow dog running around trying to bite at the girls’ skirts. Looked like they were from his pueblo… or maybe from up in those Peruvian or Bolivian mountains, could be MexicoContinueContinue reading “Y si un día”

Axia Yiruo ꀊꎓꒉꅶ

1 Ah, once upon a time — 从前, autrefois — many years ago — 有一回, il y a bien des années, un jour, in the early summer, I was coming back to Kunming from the geological training school of the Bureau down in Lunan. I stood by a dusty country road waiting for the long-distanceContinueContinue reading “Axia Yiruo ꀊꎓꒉꅶ”

阿霞·依婼 ꀊꎓꒉꅶ

哎，从前，autrefois，多年以前，many years ago，有一回， il y a bien des années, un jour，初夏时节，我从地质局在路南的地质干校回昆明，站在尘土飞扬的村路边等长途公共车。背直直的站着，手里捏着一本已经读了好几个月的书，身上穿着已经穿了好几天的衣服，皮鞋后跟上的钉子马掌，还是上次回城，让街边的浙江女鞋匠敲上的……点击文章标题👆阅读全文 ->

彼方的神庙

旅馆前台左侧的墙上挂着一张酒店外观照片。头次住这家酒店，也是第一次看到这张照片。网上订房时心里有事，房间都是随便选的，没在旅店网站上看它的图片。可现在墙上这张照片却让我感到一丝诡异的熟悉，好像曾在哪儿见过。心底虽感觉那大概是错觉，可还是不能于心释然……点击文章标题👆阅读全文 ->

Temple on the Farside

1 On the side wall of the reception desk hung a framed photo of the hotel’s exterior. I was sure it was the first time I had seen it; I had booked the room without much browsing on the site. Yet something about the image rang with an eerie familiarity, as if I had encounteredContinueContinue reading “Temple on the Farside”

Dina in the Rain

“Le Baiser” de Niképhoros Lytras (1832-1904) 1 In the evening Dina Papádopoulou came. She wore a simple wrap dress, a pair of barely-there heels, and carried a small foldable umbrella in her hand. Earlier in the day we had talked about going for a walk — to the small shopping area near the college campus,ContinueContinue reading “Dina in the Rain”

They Called Me Sleeping Beauty

1 I woke up groggy and a little confused. I’d heard a chime, followed by what sounded like a recorded voice apologizing for waking me, while a robotic arm gently poked me in the ribs. Still dazed, I sat up on the edge of the bed, hands on my knees. The floor was cool beneathContinueContinue reading “They Called Me Sleeping Beauty”

A Walk Down Eudaemonia Station

“μέχρι τέλους μὴ προσαγορεύειν μακάριον· πρὸς γὰρ τὸ τέλος σκοπεῖν δεῖ τὸν βίον.” “Call no man happy until he is dead; for only then can the story of his life be judged complete.” —Aristotle, Nicomachean Ethics 1 About ten years ago, in 2040—back when people said I had been long dead—memories of a conference onContinueContinue reading “A Walk Down Eudaemonia Station”