A Short Short Story — The Unicorn
A man sees a unicorn cross his path and disappear.
A man sees a unicorn cross his path and disappear.
“I miss Rushmore. I miss… the seasons.”
Does it take you five minutes to figure out how to flush a toilet? Congrats! You’re in Europe.
There was a man who built a house of leaves.
…And not just my favorite poem, but the best poem ever written.
…And there’s nothing new under the sun. …Or is there?
“We are but dust/ and die we must…”
The blue above is mostly blue; the blue below and I are too.