Thursday, July 28, 2011
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Monday, July 18, 2011
The halls twisted like a digestive tract
through the spacious house.
They hadn’t been designed to be complicated—
at least I thought they hadn’t—
and yet at each intersection I found myself
losing track of where I was.
As I walked along the black floorboards,
I started to feel the illusion of the halls
like the peristalsis of the intestines.
Black Fairy Tale
(translated by Nathan Collins)