Beredsamkeit und Poëterey (poesy and prose) by Ↄ. Martiana, comprising: original pieces of creative writing repertoire of classical works and translation...
And when she came out of the bus finally, looking up, the western sky seemed suddenly like a great red desert, dunes tapering off into a kind of moss of clouds, which floated on a dim but intense blue. She was unsure what made the color so intense when it was already dulled by the approaching night, but could only explain to herself that it was like the piercing of eyes, the grey-blue of a…
I do not enjoy consciousness; subjectivity; agency. Please do not make me think about what you think that I think. I do not think anything. I have no opinions or desires. My head is empty. There is nothing inside it that can, for instance, fantasize about touching you. Do not infer from my behavior that I have interiority or emotions. If something is sweet, I will smile. If it is bitter, I will…