The Sky, At Sunset, Looked Like A

When I Was Done Traveling, I Returned Convinced Of One Thing: We're Nothing.

The Sky, At Sunset, Looked Like A Carnivorous Flower.

Then He Went Out Without Touching Anything And Put His Arm Around Ingeborg, And Like That, With Their Arms Around Each Other, They Returned To The Village While The Whole Past Of The Universe Fell On Their Heads.

The Moon Is Fat And The Night Air Is So Pure It Seems Edible.

Death, In The Eastern Tradition, Was Only A Passage. What Wasn't Clear ... Was Toward What Place, What Reality, That Passage Led.