Easter 2016

I saw a man the other day to my surprise suspended from a single dot floating in the sky. He was attached to it by hands and feet nailed through. He looked dreadfully contorted. Perhaps the dot had fallen off some broken line or other. It drifted past on the wind the expression on the man’s face indescribable. I shouted… continue reading

The Emperor travels to Piedmont

The last Emperor of Constantinople is still wandering Europe, hiding in huts and caves, bedding down beside the motorways, seeking cover, night after night, beside our continent’s frontiers all dressed out these days in barbed wire. Perhaps he seeks a new city, a new way of being, a way worthy of our race ; or maybe he has simply given… continue reading

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