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‘—in the still afternoon, with the giant fly that landed on the giant wound and cleaned its feet. In our sleep, without our noticing, we passed from one day into the other and lost the day we were dogs. “Don’t be scared, we’re dogs…” I said. But Eva knew that was no longer true. We had discovered that man’s heaven was not the same as dog heaven. Dogs didn’t share in our crime and bloodshed.’
— Dec 15, 2025 04:05PM
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‘—heat—rose from the earth—The hairy sunflowers withered— instead of offering shade—they amplified the heat as if they were made of wool—There were no cicadas. The earth had closed its holes—reddish clouds descend until they touched—tips of the sunflowers.’
‘The day we were dogs wasn’t just any day—though it started the same as usual. We woke up at six—but then we realised it was a day with two days inside it.’
— Dec 14, 2025 12:02PM
‘The day we were dogs wasn’t just any day—though it started the same as usual. We woke up at six—but then we realised it was a day with two days inside it.’
