Why are you always laughing? asked the lecherous man to the woman who had just stood up on the pedals of her bicycle. At that instant, time began to stretch, imperceptibly yet infinitely. The street, three

I haven’t taken photos with my camera since the killing of the oak; that is the last file it holds. And it’s not because I lacked the intention to do what I so love, which relaxes me and aligns me with