Indeed, Victor, we have lost our sense of wonder. I keep trying to find it again, but I know it isn't inside my phone. The pursuit of that sense, is, of course, a worthy one. Thanks for the lovely story.
"With our angels in exodus, in withdrawal from our existence, up and down were now left and right, and we had begun to deform into fraudulent children." Whew! And don't we see this all around us now, Victor? And "more and more angels with imprisoned wings" Yes. The phrase "ruddy labyrinth of ferric pigments" took a while to find itself, I imagine. Beautiful! "Liquescent" - a perfect word.
Yes, indeed, I think we do see this around us these days, although I do like to look in other directions, too. Many thanks for reading and commenting, Sharron. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
I could have quoted any line in this story but "the sharp slope of my breath kept me focused on the near cobbles."
Each sentence a work of art, Victor. All respect to the man in Mexico City.
Thank you Jim. I'm glad you enjoyed it. A little sad, maybe, but that's how it goes sometimes. Appreciate your generous comment.
Indeed, Victor, we have lost our sense of wonder. I keep trying to find it again, but I know it isn't inside my phone. The pursuit of that sense, is, of course, a worthy one. Thanks for the lovely story.
You're welcome, and thanks for checking it out, Mike. And you're so right; not inside the phone. Outside in the air is a good start... :)
"With our angels in exodus, in withdrawal from our existence, up and down were now left and right, and we had begun to deform into fraudulent children." Whew! And don't we see this all around us now, Victor? And "more and more angels with imprisoned wings" Yes. The phrase "ruddy labyrinth of ferric pigments" took a while to find itself, I imagine. Beautiful! "Liquescent" - a perfect word.
Yes, indeed, I think we do see this around us these days, although I do like to look in other directions, too. Many thanks for reading and commenting, Sharron. I'm glad you enjoyed it.