Tenpikino

The man was playing with a black and white Rubix cube.  Spiraling staircases spun around him and his white cat.  In truth the cat wasn't entirely white, it had a black spot on its right eye.  The man playing his game serenely.  He was at peace and in total calm.  The world was chaos for sure but his game was a centre of stillness.  He kept playing with an echo of clicks reverberating out from him.    It was quiet and he was alone, the cat played at his feet, stroking where his toes were, ringing its little bell.  He sat concentrating with intense focus on his game ignoring his surroundings.  Black on white, click- white on black, click!

There were twin tricksters who led the people into riot with their ideas.  They seduced them with outlandish tricks involving bees and the people were captivated.  One was as silent as a stone but emoted with great effect using his face.  The other had no end of talk and bombarded the audience with many stories to divert their attention.  I came to the destroyed town and asked those around how it came about.  "The magicians" they said "they made us...".  I went to find these conjurers but by all accounts they had disappeared like an animal in one of there acts but no doubt they will re-appear again.  I have heard stories saying that they

There is a place where people set out on desks all day writing endless words to form many, many novels.  They work together alone from early in the morning to late in the evening writing novels.  They stop at lunch to eat and at dinner but they seldom break when they have started.  If they do not write then the world would not exist and they would have to make do with not existing, which is a frightening thing to do or be.  They work on the beach and do not mind it that the waves come up and wet their feet.  When they write they are totally absorbed in their own creation that they will not be distracted while work.  They do not read their nov