https://padlet.com/irvingrosales187/3eaxte61ykwsmt7e en-us 2022-09-19 18:52:04 UTC 2026-01-04 18:01:37 UTC hello@padlet.com irvingrosales187 https://padlet.com/irvingrosales187/3eaxte61ykwsmt7e/wish/2303602349 "His body convulsed with the first cut. He almost tore himself away from me. The sound he made, I had never heard such sounds come from anything human." -Gan from Bloodchild by Octavia E. Butler.

]]> 2022-09-19 19:03:20 UTC https://padlet.com/irvingrosales187/3eaxte61ykwsmt7e/wish/2303602349 irvingrosales187 https://padlet.com/irvingrosales187/3eaxte61ykwsmt7e/wish/2303609116 Hunger, thirst, heat, pain, cold. Hardly had Marcial reduced his field of 'perception to these essential realities when he renounced the light that accompanied them. He did not know his name. The unpleasantness of the christening over, he had no desire for smells, sounds, or even sights. His hands caressed delectable forms. He was a purely sensory and tactile being. -From the short story Journey Back to the Source by Alejo Carpentier]]> 2022-09-19 19:07:43 UTC https://padlet.com/irvingrosales187/3eaxte61ykwsmt7e/wish/2303609116 irvingrosales187 https://padlet.com/irvingrosales187/3eaxte61ykwsmt7e/wish/2303618644 When he was younger, he thought the apparitions he saw were ghosts of the dead, but now he knows that is not true. Now he has a theory that his visions are tricks of time,  tangles produced when one part of the time stream rubs up against another and the two cross for a moment. - from the story Delhi by Vandana Singh]]> 2022-09-19 19:14:48 UTC https://padlet.com/irvingrosales187/3eaxte61ykwsmt7e/wish/2303618644