vodné vrásky

zjaz

vili mi dušu

ľu

dia čo si dobro

voľne

mažú mysle

aby si neuve

domovali

čo za hnitie

vnú

tri majú

the story potential of a single sentence

These are stories written for the wanton of discovering the narrative possibilities of one sentence.

Giving so little space for plot development, they are a sort of small condensed outbursts of action/style/realization/whatever you make of them.

DRAMA QUEEN

My sleeveless dress covered the wound without trouble.

END

The ground shook and there was little time to...

BOREDOM

And then the dust of the day disappeared under her inspective fingers.

LUST OF THE DAY

In the clear light of morning, just as the sky turns that kitsch pink with the first glimpses of the sun, their steps resonate with even more acuteness.

A CONFESSION

My mother always told me to shut up.

GRAPHOPHILIA

If my pen is leaking, does it mean it's aroused?

WITHOUT

Wit is without without hout.

UTOPIA

They needed to be careful, a single wrong step could destroy them not.

CHECK-MATE

He pointed the gun at her at the same time he realized that all the bullets were in the bottom drawer.

THEOLOGY

A mere one hour could lead to infinity.

SCIENCE AND RELIGION

Biology doesn't make you breathe, it enables you to breathe.

FOR THE LOVE OF MILES

Bitches brew but witches make the stew.

cat orange says...

...make your day more juicy.

meowing continued

the world needs more cat people

.

here's one I deemed worthy to name after the slavic goddess of beauty

 the difficult fun part is choosing which bodyparts shall be human and which feline

okoloidúci

dnes som videla na ulici androida

po tvári mal polepené kusy kože, útrpný výraz

a mal trochu väčšie dlane než bežný človek

late night thought

Maybe if the water in the shower is hot enough, my body will melt and disappear in the drain.

glimpses

It's been a while. I strongly follow the rule that if there is nothing constructive to say, keep your trap shut.

Here are some holiday/work snapshots from Rotterdam.

a friendly fellow in the morning sun

erasmusbrug, architectural love

  

three eyes on two walls

 slightly

 move