Month: August 2015

Inspired by going to bed listening to Neil Gaiman read his “The Day The Saucers Came” and waking up to find Spīgana’s “Mist is my favorite season” photo post (in Latvian). On the day the zombies came, you were not

It wasn’t, by itself, an overly remarkable occurence — waking up groggy and vague on the details of yesterday, at the end of a trail of passionately scattered pieces of clothing and underwear. I was, however, somewhat startled to discover

Tulkojums latviski: šeit. We had been colleagues for years, working together on the same project for the last several months. And there was not a single thing unusual or different about her or anything else that day, or that moment


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