The mountains’ shadow now envelops us, offering cooler air and a rushed sense of excitement over what we just did. We stand in a line, looking back at the cliff, and let a joint sense of accomplishment settle into us. Now we can move on.
Going with ISIS (dream)
In my dream I am walking down an alley in some developing country. Two men stand on either side of […]
Met de Trein van Schiphol naar Goes
Dit is voor mijn Nederlandse lezers. Na een jaar in de VS mag ik weer lekker met de trein van […]
A New Window into the World
I was walking with a man — could be my brother, could be my husband — in a dystopian setting. […]
She looks up to the sky.
“Sometimes I see long stripes in the air. Is that how you came here?”
“Yes I did. Those are airplanes…”
“Airplanes, I know.”
I think she has heard the word before, but doesn’t quite understand the concept.
“They’re just like the bus, only they fly,” I explain.
At knee height there is a 15cm hole in the fence. She squats down by it and says, “Stick your arm through the fence” as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. Tentatively but excited I do as she says. She calls, and out of the thick jungle, emerges a massive bulk of muscle and teeth and fir and claws, and it is coming straight at me. My eyes meet his eyes and I feel locked in its stare, his head never moves as he keenly approaches.