The House of a Thousand Floors V
A staircase! The first step, covered with a red carpet, had served as a cushion for his dream. A scarlet hanging rope formed the railing, and, on the other side, a diagonal row of ascending marble cones. Where am I? The man sprang up. Up or down? Up! Taking the steps…
The House of a Thousand Floors IV
And opposite her, a man with a red forked goatee sits over a rickety table covered with small boxes. Surrounded by several gawkers, he shouts: Buy dreams! Guaranteed quality goods! They last a whole night! Dreams about gold! Become a millionaire for one night! Buy my “Gold Dream”! Protected trademark! A single AGA pill before…
Minor Heaven
Karin: „Dimineaţa devreme m-a trezit cineva care mă chema cu o voce fermă. M-am ridicat şi am venit în această cameră. Într-o zi, cineva m-a strigat din spatele tapetului. Am privit în debara şi nu era nimeni. Dar vocea a continuat să mă cheme, aşa că m-am lipit de perete şi acesta s-a dat la…
The House of a Thousand Floors III
As he kept falling, to his surprise, that heavy oppressive dream came back. A yellow lamp with a flame flickering anxiously inside a skull. It doesn’t light anything except itself and a yellow circle of dust swirling around it. He dreams that he is lying curled up in a damp, freezing building, his head between…
The House of a Thousand Floors II
Some of these people are ostensibly enjoying themselves, laughing for no apparent reason. Others are hurrying somewhere with an expression of anxiety or even terror in their faces. A Chinaman over there is stealthily sneaking below the windows, following someone. And over here, a criminal is on the prowl, with a small black patch over…
What means to be Human?
What makes us human? Is it our capacity to contemplate and question our existence? To ask complex questions like, e.g., „do tears freeze in rain?” – and to seek complex answers? Or our capacity to comprehend our own mortality, to instantly recognize that someday each and everyone will perish? If your answer is all of…