Fantรดmeย โ€“ Chapter 9, Part 4

In the shadows of the opera, an astrakhan cap. A fluttering cape. The shiver of the shoulders as a cold porcelain mask touches cheek and nose and forehead. Dark eyes, full of sorrow, gaze deep into a mirror. Then music starts to play, perhaps from nowhere: a single piano key is pressed repeatedly, the note... Continue Reading →

Japan.

I wish I could give you Hokkaido winter like you want it. Independence, structure, cultural benevolence ought to be a simple inheritence. I'm not disinterested but I don't know what it holds for me to be in a place where I can't speak, can't understand. Where my very bones ache with the cold, the two... Continue Reading →

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