Félix Saparelli

(about me)

a.k.a. passcod

Tag: short


Smile

Sep 12 ‘18 — You think you are out there exploring the limits. The limits of the possible, / the limits of the feasible, / the limits of the thinkable. The limits of the imaginable. And we smile, when we see you, children that you…

Finally, I knew

Jan 23 ‘17 — I hope, for your sake, that he forgives me. It was many moons before I understood this seeming contradiction. But it was too late; he was gone, and I was alas forever forsaken.…

Mountain

Jan 3 ‘17 — My mountain is Knowledge. When the ship of my early childhood approached the land of life, knowledge is what I saw and what I started seeking. My journey began on the coast, where I learned to walk, and then I looked up, and saw all that I…

Regulus

Aug 16 ‘16 — We lived forever, and would live forever. / So we had concluded. We didn’t know, of course, because none can predict the future. But we had attempted everything, and still, we lived. We had watched, in the meantime, people come and go,…

ali.vei.nth.eni.ght

Jan 10 ‘15 — Your cat, your glasses, and a giant butterfly walk into a room. You realise you’re the bartender. They ask for coffee. “With almond milk”, the cat adds. “You don’t want the aftermath of cow milk on your tile.” You turn around, sight a half-empty…

Alya

Aug 7 ‘14 — Three / Over and over Two / Forever and once One / Void and nothingness Zero. Alya told me to repeat this every time I was scared. Before I went to sleep. Before I started my day. Before I fell away into…

The box

Oct 28 ‘08 — The box was simple. It was hand-crafted, seemingly by inexperienced hands. The lid was not attached to it, except for two mould-eaten strings, passed through rough holes in the wood. There were carvings on its top: words now unredable, names, a…