The old woman sat at her table. The boy sat across the table from the old woman. The boy sat at the old woman’s table across from the old woman before the old woman died. Before the old woman was murdered and before the many girls came to live and work in the place where the old woman had lived before she was murdered.
The old woman sat at her table across from the boy and told him to watch the spoon.
The boy asked which one.
The old woman said the one in the middle.
The boy watched the middle of the three spoons, and as he watched it, it rose (more…)
Philosophy had appeared to the man earlier that day while he worked, but he had not stopped working, so she had asked him why he ignored her.
The man said he was busy. He said to please come back at the time of his noon meal.
So Philosophy went down beside the river and she sat next to the river and she thought about Heraclitus. She could keep herself occupied under any condition just like the man could work hard under any condition.
The man worked. The man worked hard. He worked hard, but while (more…)
Emptiness. The emptiness had a texture. The man could feel the texture of the emptiness every time he visited. The silence and the darkness had a texture the man could feel. The man could embrace. That embraced the man.
The man dreamed of emptiness. The man often dreamed of the emptiness and its silence and its darkness. Its texture and its embrace. The man dreamed again of the emptiness and he wished to remain in the emptiness. But his dream always (more…)
The man’s ancient ancestor sighed. The ancient man looked at the hot sun above, and he wished he had a cool place where he could go rest. He thought about the cave in the middle of the desert, but he would have to cross too much of the big, barren desert before getting to the cool cave. So the ancient man just looked at the sun and sighed.
The ancient man wondered if he could build a hut and somehow keep it cool. He wondered if his science was developed enough to figure out how to cool a hut with his own ingenuity rather than waiting for cool weather to come. It was not.
The ancient man thought about fire. He thought about fire that kept him and his family warm when it was cold outside. He wondered what kind of fire he could build that would keep (more…)
The sad young man said he felt defeated. He said he felt defeated all the time.
The young man asked why.
The sad young man said he wished he knew. He said if he knew then he would know what to do to stop being sad all the time.
The young man said he sometimes got sad, but whenever he got sad, he thought about the hippo and he always felt better. He said in fact he had been sad often like the sad young man was sad until (more…)
I told the young man I needed a map. I needed a map for my latest book.
The young man said what happened to my girl who had said she would draw one for me.
I told him she was not my girl anymore.
The young man continued preparing his morning meal. He looked deep in thought. We had been roommates in the big city of our homeland long enough for me to know when he was deep in thought and also long enough for him not to be surprised I had changed girls yet again.