G. had finally found a door to his size. (Montreal, June 3019). And he opened it…
An old pick-up & radio was playing a Charleston.
Absolutely nothing happened. Ai Weiwei expo. Mexico, 2029.
“The wire” wrapped its final season.
Then came the eagle, looking for the rabbit.
The Chinelo dancer froze.
The young girl finished her ice-cream. Since none of the guys did anything, after half an hour, she said ‘Hello’ to the one in the middle. They went to see a Gary Cooper movie. They got married. Now a widow, she is pushing 80, and has 16 grand-children.
The jaguar said to the rabbit: “Let’s sell stuff.” The rabbit said nothing and flew to the moon.
“Excuse me. I seem to be lost. Can you tell me the way to Macondo?”
G. opened the door again and went back outside. It was raining umbrellas.
My parent’s attic was up for sale.
María bonita and her friend Catrina stood at the balcony.
Les Demoiselles d’Avignon will be performed on 156 London street, Zona Rosa, by the Kitsch company on January 11, 1972.
The rabbit came back from the moon. Another Jaguar had taken over the trade on the block. The rabbit said: “Not good”.
There’s been a murder on Berlin St. The milkman did it.
Ronald the Tramp has been around for a long time. Washington, D.C. 2029.
You can keep your shoes on. Joe Cocker.
Dr Pierce’s favorite prescription…
“The only guaranteed cure for female weakness and kindred ailments.” The rabbit asked: “what do you mean by ‘kindred ailments’?” I said nothing. I was looking for the door.
“Operator, operator? Please connect me to Citizen Kane.”
Bulls and bears ended up eating the rabbit.
The editor of the New Yorker on “Eichmann in Jerusalem”: “Hannah, your article on the Eichmann trial is sensational. Now you have put a few ancient Greek quotes. You do realize, most of the New Yorker’s readers don’t read Greek?”.
“Then they must learn.” Hannah said.
Big brother is watching you. Montreal 2019. It is already in place.
Take your grandmother’s seat, my dear.
Toronto, 2069. Electricity was officially banned, world-wide, in 2049.