Matt looked about the dentist's waiting room, only to find he shared his plight with an elderly gentleman and a young mother with her eight-year old, hysterical girl. “Mommy, mommy, will it hurt?” “No, sweetie, the doctor will give you an anesthetic.” “What's that?” It was five pm., a cold evening of October. Matt was desperate to take his mind off his present ordeal, and in his desperation he grabbed the nearest magazine from the rack. It was a movie magazine, and a face of a smiling young woman, perhaps an actress that he didn't recognize, adorned the cover. A yell came from inside of the office. &#

It's nearly impossible to convey certain sensations to people who have never had them. It's impossible for someone who have seen the mountains to appropiately convey the sheer feeling of their immensity.It's impossible to describe the sheer terror, utter despair and vivid beauty to someone who have never experienced them. In the same way, the Otherworld is impossible to describe to someone who have never visited it. For sure, you can talk about the green of the grass, the endless blue of the sky, the white and coolness of the snow, for all those things are found in the Otherworld, but when you're describing them to the non-believers and ignor

The Saturday found me and Jonas in the park. We held our hands. Jonas had the same black jacket on that he had on the day when I got scared of him for no reason on the bank on the river. The path we've been walking led inevitably towards it, like all the paths did. We've been conducting this ritual each Saturday and each Sunday, though neither of us knew why. In the world of light, love was impossible. We've been holding our hands without any emotion. We've been kissing without satisfaction. We've been talking without exchanging meaning. There was no meaning, after all. And all the paths led inevitably towards the river. The river - whose wa