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Dreams, memories, reflections . . .
Fantastical stories of urban nomads in Berlin, New York City, Toronto and New Orleans . . . The dreams in which you and I were together were slowly being replaced by ones in which I watched you and Tullis walk hand in hand along the Berlin canals. I did not know her name in the dreams; I only watched, always on the other side of a busy roadway, and even when I was able to get close, neither of you seemed to see me. Or maybe you did, but it didn't matter that I was there.
The years and cities and transatlantic flights; they all passed. I inherited money I hadn't been expecting and bought an ancient little house in Berlin but rented it out, only keeping a tiny attic room for myself. Mainly it was filled with books I'd never found the time to read. When I passed through I'd pick them up, wonderingly. Most of them I couldn't remember ever even having bought.
I met Tullis on the subway once. When I think of this, it seems almost impossible. I'd seen her face in dreams so often, yet she was no one I'd ever met. I'd never met you either. It seems very strange for there to be two people in my life I only know from dreams, but so it is.
- from "Even the Mirror"
Harvesting the Moon is the remarkable second collection of short stories from Ursula Pflug.
Genre: Science Fiction
Fantastical stories of urban nomads in Berlin, New York City, Toronto and New Orleans . . . The dreams in which you and I were together were slowly being replaced by ones in which I watched you and Tullis walk hand in hand along the Berlin canals. I did not know her name in the dreams; I only watched, always on the other side of a busy roadway, and even when I was able to get close, neither of you seemed to see me. Or maybe you did, but it didn't matter that I was there.
The years and cities and transatlantic flights; they all passed. I inherited money I hadn't been expecting and bought an ancient little house in Berlin but rented it out, only keeping a tiny attic room for myself. Mainly it was filled with books I'd never found the time to read. When I passed through I'd pick them up, wonderingly. Most of them I couldn't remember ever even having bought.
I met Tullis on the subway once. When I think of this, it seems almost impossible. I'd seen her face in dreams so often, yet she was no one I'd ever met. I'd never met you either. It seems very strange for there to be two people in my life I only know from dreams, but so it is.
- from "Even the Mirror"
Harvesting the Moon is the remarkable second collection of short stories from Ursula Pflug.
Genre: Science Fiction
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