In the last-minute search for souvenirs, exploring experiences, and squeezing in sights, the most precious memento is one that can’t be packaged or packed, one…
His unhurried attention never wavered as he moved to an inaudible rhythm. Each strand had its moment. Each side smoothed to harmony. Each part in…
The old man, bent with age and infirmity, hobbled his way down the narrow road, one slow step at a time. The cobblestone sidewalk, too…
My eyes have gone weird, it’s driving me crazy. My brain’s in a fog, it’s all a bit hazy. Because I’ve begun to eat my…
Young men rush to take in the souvenirs: belts, scarves, and blouses, as passersby pull their coats tighter, don hoods, and dash for cover. A…
