And then I realize: this isn’t dirty water falling from the sky.It is—literally—blood.I look up, and a droplet of blood splashes directly into my eye. I curse, rubbing my face, trying to get the blood...
Or… maybe I’m not going crazy. Maybe I’m some sort of android-cyborg-clone-thing, and I’m just breaking down.I’m not sure which way is worse.Dad laughs. You’re not in your right mind, dear, he says. N...
(n.) Alt. of Revery
I reached inside her and pulled out the deepest memories in her body, the memories that words can’t describe, the memories that are as much a piece of her as her arms and legs. Those are the ones she’...
Childhood is a human water, a water which comes out of the shadows. This childhood in the mists and glimmers, this life in the slowness of limbo gives us a certain layer of births. What a lot of being...
A certain amount of reverie is good, like a narcotic in discreet doses. It soothes the fever, occasionally high, of the brain at work, and produces in the mind a soft, fresh vapor that corrects the al...
Ella! the voice yells, but I cannot tell where it is coming from. The sound wraps around me, spreading like spilt water and then evaporating into silence.Where am I? I whisper again.The darkness stret...
I cannot imagine a more perfect hell than being trapped inside my own mind.
The poor young man must work for his bread; he eats; when he has eaten, he has nothing left but reverie. He enters God's theater free; he sees the sky, space, the stars, the flowers, the children, the...
Visionary Fiction speaks the language of the soul. It offers a vision of humanity as we dream it could be.
As the dreamscape around me grows clearer, I slip further away from it. The mind is a magical thing, I’m discovering. A dreamscape is made of thought and is wider than the sky, able to grow large enou...
Reverie is when ideas float in our mind without reflection or regard of the understanding.
I half believe him, but I can’t risk being wrong based on a gut feeling. [...]What do you want me to do? Jack throws up his hands. If I could crack open my skull and let you read my brain like a book,...