April 07, 2005
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As written in the style of Hunger, by Knut Hamsen. All of this happened while I was walking around starving in Christiania-that strange city no one escapes from until it has left its mark on him. ...
March 07, 2005
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This is the moment. ...
February 18, 2005
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I was surprised to hear the chime of a small bell as I pushed open the frosted glass door. A small glance upward revealed that it wasn’t an actual bell, but an electronic simulacrum designed to give one the reassuring impression that they were entering the sort of place that might have a little bell above the door. I wondered if a genuine bell might be more convincing. I gingerly pushed the door back into its frame, midful of the draft of cold air I was letting into the small store, which c ...
