Quintessence of Dust at Home On The Moon

“The moon? Of course, the moon! It is my homeland, the moon. ‘He is foreign; he is not like us. One night when the moon was full, he fell [to earth]. He dreams of impossible things,’ [they say]. But why

Moon Walk

“Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives — tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey, hanging from the branches of the young locust trees, in early morning, feel like? Do you