Thinkpiece: Stranded Souls

“I’ve been here 10 years.” He says as he takes a sip on his beer. “How come?” I ask smiling. “I don’t know. I was travelling and somehow got stuck here. And now 10 years have passed.” He laughs as he looks away embarrased. You could see the toll of those 10 years by looking…

Fiction: Marble Dreams

The something I remember the most is the sun. It is most beautiful when we see his light through the reflections on the white marble walls, bouncing back and forth between them, a dance of light and life, and an ode to the dead who first saw how beautiful they could be. The thousands of…