Bruno-Schafer

“The light is preserved… The lamp itself is lost.” -Miyazawa Kenji “Preface” The first thing Giovanni was aware of was that he was standing in what appeared to be a train station of some sort. The pillars around him glowed with bright colors with designs on them that seemed to form a spiral shape, like that of the milky way galaxy. He couldn’t think straight, that was the second thing he noticed. It was like he had just woken up from a dream that he could barely remember. He could recall, with limited success, bits and pieces of this dream, yet most of it eluded him entirely. It had faded like snow. He did remember one thing though, a t...

      “6, 27, 81, 62…” The radio droned on and on in the same monotonous voice.  The young man who was listening into the transmission, who looked to be in his early twenties, knew what was next; the reading off of code that most probably meant standby. “Dmitri-Zhenya-Anna-Semon-Tatiana-Ivan-Nikolay, 7, Mikhail-Olga-Nikolay-Roman-Olga, 20, Dmitri-Ulyana-Roman-Anna-Konstatin, 95.” It was the same code that they repeated every day without fail.        “Anything new today?” The young man’s companion, a man that looked be in his mid-thirties, asked him in a tone that laced with a slight sense of humor.      “No Johnson, nothing new.” The liste...