Extract from Lewis Carroll's Sylvie and Bruno Concluded: "What a useful thing a pocket-map is!" I remarked. "That's another thing we've learned from your Nation," said Mein Herr, "map-making. But we've carried it much further than you. What do you consider the largest map that would be really useful?" "About six inches to the mile." "Only six inches!" exclaimed Mein Herr. "We very soon got to six yards to the mile. Then we tried a hundred yards to the mile. And then came the grandest idea of all ! We actually made a map of the country, on the scale of a mile to the mile!" "Have you used it much?" I enquired. "It has never been spread out, yet," said Mein Herr: "the farmers objected: they said it would cover the whole country, and shut out the sunlight ! So we now use the country itself, as its own map, and I assure you it does nearly as well."
The room is sparse, five people reside there, / And they do work on their theses, slowly, / Yet the only male there...
He mimicked the landscapist Wang Hui — conical mountains, dragon veins, and hemp fibre foliage.
I started shielding at home on 10 March 2020 and continued until two weeks after my second vaccine, on 17 May 2021.
Last winter, I wrote a short story called ‘The Charles.' It was about a couple—a man and a woman. One summer day...
I first noticed him on the other side of Westbury Avenue, as we both made our way to the bus stop.
Into a segment of darkness, two figures slowly emerged. The evening was still new, and yellow lights promising a...
As Professor Stein started / her lecture, / I sat in the back, / quietly flying under / her radar.
Cynthia Citlallin Delgado Huitrón on navigating maps.
In transition, the night’s edge / –Sweat-soaked, barren room, light curling / Around the untouched corners like...
There are sounds we carry / Like hidden larks in our chest: / Larks that fly over underground streams.
They had finished slaughtering the oxen. The hunters stood near the bodies on a stretch of level ground.
In adjacent second story apartments live an old she and an old he.She is disabled, living in her unit thanks to...
Once I had a book of thoughts / But somewhere between my 18th year / And the present
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