Oct 9, 2017
"Three horses cantered across the plain: a grey Arabian, a Palomino and a Roan. Their riders wore spacesuits... but this was not the moon."
Sep 24, 2017
"Giovambattista put his foot down on the accelerator as he left the crowded streets of Paris and headed southwest towards Versailles..."
Why is an 18th-century doctor driving a Jaguar? A deeper question: where is that space in which we meet those who are long dead?
Sep 8, 2017
"The model is finished and the boy regards the day’s effort with quiet, contemplative satisfaction.... He studies the span of the wings and the four mounted engines."
Where is the borderline between imagination and reality? Does such a boundary even exist?
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 6, 2017
"She is offering her wings to me; isn’t that what I came down here for after all?"
If you see something strange, should you just keep on driving? Or stop for whatever adventure awaits at the edge of the road?