The languaje of the skin
22 de July de 2026
Foto de Alexander Krivitskiy en Unsplash The apartment smelled of recent rain and melted candle wax. I was standing by the window, holding a
Foto de Alexander Krivitskiy en Unsplash The apartment smelled of recent rain and melted candle wax. I was standing by the window, holding a
Yesterday June ended. This year is being an absolute whirlwind. In six months I’ve written an enormous amount of words, I’ve submitted two stories
Many years ago — many years ago — I dreamed about the arrival of AI. I adore the science fiction genre (which is why
Tonight I want to take you back to Egypt during the 18th Dynasty, when the Nile still sang with its own voice and the
Dear reader who gets lost in my nights. Sometimes you wake up with the taste still clinging to your tongue and you know it
Moonlight slipped through the carved wooden lattice, painting silver stripes across the tatami. Mitsuki had arrived at the ryokan at dusk, fleeing the clamor
The city floated among violet vapor clouds, held aloft by columns of black crystal that sang whenever the wind brushed them. Year 2147, somewhere
Yesterday I came home while it was still daylight. I honestly can’t remember the last time that happened (once the years start adding up,