Donna Tart
- The Secret History
In this swarm of cigarettes and dark sophistication they appeared here and there like figures from an allegory, or long-dead celebrants from some forgotten garden party.
asterihsm
- Dream in Rome
Sometimes, at night, when I can't sleep, I imagine I am walking in the streets of ancient Rome. I'm barefoot on the road and it is a monsoon. It's just rained (the smell of earth lingers in the air) and I am walking opposite to the wind, wearing an off white dress with my curls down over my shoulders and a crown made of fallen petals of flowers and rusty golden leaves. I count my steps and with every step the ground feels more real than imaginary.
Anonymous
- The Voice Inside Your Head
Read this to yourself. Read it silently. Don't move your lips. Don't make a sound. Listen to yourself. Listen without hearing anything. What a wonderfully weird thing, huh? NOW MAKE THIS PART LOUD! SCREAM IT IN YOUR MIND! DROWN EVERYTHING OUT. Now, hear a whisper. A tiny whisper. Now, read this next line with your best crotchety-old-man voice: "Hello there, sonny. Does your town have a post office?" Awesome! Who was that? Whose voice was that? It sure wasn't yours! How do you do that?! How?!
