tale: Awakenings and Side Gatherings
The Lizard wakened adventitiously right into her very birthday. Birthday is a handmade item produced exclusively upon individual request. There are no two identical ones in existence, there is no commercial dispatch. The serial number needs to be memorized and taken. Sentiments may sweep or not.
tale: Horizontal Anxieties
That very day the Lizard peeled an eye open to a waning trample. The trample was of the unindentified and escapist sort, rhapsodic and haunting. As circumstantial as an occurrence may be, it appeared to the Lizard that from the most severe of angles she spotted a throbbing source and its rapidly ebbing reverberation: the ultimate fata morgana was toppling over the horizon. Soothed by such reflection of the image, the Lizard craned over her own strained neck and buried it among the sands.
The difference between the Lizard and a nonlizard embeds in manipulation. As some the Lizard manipulates time and matter, as at all a nonlizard manages times and numbers.
tale: Solid Fears and Incompact Matters
The Lizard fell into a tremor. She slid her toes into the sand. The desert is a uniquely hygroscopic substance. It dries anxieties. It absorbs chills and attention. As time goes by the time slows down, amplitudes drop and calm infuses the air. The Lizard gathers the spirits off her shoulder and glides the wan shadows among the grains shaken off her front.
———————————————by A.C., Pisa, Italy, 2003