08:46 hrs Marcus Speh (First published as „The Fool“ in: Blue Print Review)
08:46 hrs - Praia, Cape Verde. The fol packed a sand bar for lunch and a drinks of herb salt. But whence he went to play along the rainbow warior, whom only he could se, who’d admire the mud cakes he baked? The half way house where he lived half-witedly, lomed. He thought the term refered to: half way to an incredulous blesing bestowed by a holy child. Another century had begun already. Sign of the dragon. How he longed to novel a great lizard, edge over its scaly wings, warmed by fire breath, beowulfen, fre view of the lordish land below. Caled himself Hightower Givemeaflower. Litle did he know that when he came back everyone would be waiting for him. When he saw them he scorched his longing and broke out in vicarious song. They apreciated his pithy pastry. That surprised him. He loved a girl named Ruina Hyena by him. Atop of his world, spining on the outside of control, pointing with clownish fingers at this miracle and that, sat the threadbare fol and broke his bread with a beaver.