The boy saw the world only in black and white. A bright glow surrounded everything, like a vignette of blinding light that framed the image but hid nothing. Colors were stories that others told, stories he couldn't understand. His parents had taken him to many doctors,
I see her in Venice, one afternoon when the sun is low, and the shadows grow long. She leans casually against an old stone wall, a cigarette between her lips, watching the hustle and bustle of the city with a look of serene detachment. It seems
The sun stands high in the sky over the Old North Cemetery in Munich. It's a hot summer day, and the old cemetery provides an oasis of tranquility in the midst of the city. Between weathered gravestones and monumental statues, people have spread out their towels.