Monday, November 28, 2011

Cover Story 0004 - Ch.18_a

What we talk about when we talk about love
Dreams of dreams
Confusion of the feelings

First love, [last rites]
Days of joy

Erogenous zone
Nights of love and laughter
Kama Sutra
The orgy - an idyll

Little misunderstanding of no importance

Don Juan's temptation
The Siren
An occasion of sin

Now it rains slaps in the face
I want to know why
A touch of chill
Well, as you can easily see here, I decided to change the title. August 13th, 2010 this happened. Could not explain why, but I felt not comfortable with the idea, and thus cover story 0004 after 18 chapters* got covered with a dust layer.

Perhaps it will again, and you will not come to know the end of the story. That is why I think I should give you at least a glimpse of what you might miss:

* actually 17, as yours truly scatterbrain had jumped from Chapter 4 to Chapter 6 :)


  1. The title change is interesting. But this post has a touch of machiavellism. We've been waiting a long time for the next chapter. To show us a dusty pile of anonymous books is metagrobolizing, Sean.:)

  2. Ah, the story resumes and the plot thickens, as it loves to do. Are those human fingers at the foot of the dusty tower?

  3. I can't make out what's in the bottom pile but it looks like some very heavy reading. Of course, knowing you even the little I do, that doesn't surprise me.

  4. Claude,
    not anonymous are the books. I've read each. :) And although I did read 'my Macchiavelli', I think I am pretty far from being macchiavellistic.
    Well, perhaps a bit ...

    for some moments you got me puzzled, friend, but no: There can't be fingers to be seen.

    I do like to think of that in case this (!) story's end will get posted you will be smiling as I am now.
    Actually, hardly can I wait to post this (!) story. If I happened to surprise myself, I would not be surprised, though.