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Ask people what love is and they will pull a neatly folded definition from their pocket like an old, creased picture (it is usually a list of attributes such as “trust”, “togetherness” and “specular flattery”). Ask people what time is (beyond our regulatory measurements of it) and they invariably succumb to temporary aphasia. J and…… Continue reading XXX

Re:

There is a woman standing behind me in the supermarket queue. She looks pretty, seems nice. She smiles at me when I tell her I will be back in a moment and run off to grab a bunch of bananas that will lose their spray-tan yellowness and blacken overnight. J is scanning her goods in…… Continue reading Re:

45

The Great American Novel, as a Scottish acquaintance of mine eloquently observed, inclines by the lay of the land it covers towards voluminosity. Breadth is mistaken for depth. The slog to get from cover to cover is a mark of authentic Americanness, a textual re-enactment of the trailblazing pioneers that traversed the vast expanse of…… Continue reading 45

Limbo

“Jesus, I’ve never seen so many fyfas!” said J as we stocked up on provisions in a Maxima supermarket in Palanga. We had come to hunt for amber (to scavenge, it would soon turn out) and I was feeling predatory (supermarkets have that effect on me). I had noticed all the gaudily outfitted fyfas parading…… Continue reading Limbo

To tu

“Is that a swan?” I ask J. Only the neck gives it away; a shadowy curlicue standing out amid the crushed ice and frozen gloom. The bird appears to have been set into the river as the frilly, lily-like ice floes finally locked together after days of drifting downstream. The River Neris does not freeze…… Continue reading To tu

Pipe dreams

It  was supposed to have been a great year – a monumental year. Lithuania was marking a millennium of recorded existence, an event of such significance that it had started planning for it as far back as 1997 under the State Commission on the Commemoration of the Millennium of the Name of Lithuania. According to…… Continue reading Pipe dreams