By: Noëlle Roger

“It’s one of their laboratory tricks… something like radium…”

By: Noëlle Roger

“Douceville in flames…”

By: Noëlle Roger

“You’re not yet familiar with this model of portable telephone…”

By: Noëlle Roger

“I have discovered a new substance, hyperuranium, number 93 in the periodic table.”

By: Noëlle Roger

“What does human life matter to those who dream of universal domination?”

By: Noëlle Roger

“All madmen attest to their lucidity of mind!”

By: Noëlle Roger

“This torment of not knowing, isn’t it an atrocity?”

By: Noëlle Roger

“There are so many strange things happening here…”

By: Noëlle Roger

The village was progressively disappearing, one house after another.

By: Raymond Roussel

“A device that moved back and forth constantly, he decide, ought to produce… a mosaic.”

By: Raymond Roussel

“As we neared the demoiselle, we could hear the ticking sounds it was emitting.”

By: Raymond Roussel

“Spread out, over a fairly large area, were human teeth.”

By: James Parker

“My blade is aphoristic./You will admire its wit.”

By: James Parker

“My eyes ache from seeing./My balls ache from being.”

By: James Parker

Oh in your slimy seal-womb hide me./My last earth-breath expands inside me.