Caligari

Deep in the canyon, dust-covered, it stood there for a century long. Unflinching and hidden, it now awaits its downfall. Sunburn cracks the trunk, earth dry and torn. Tumbleweed rolls gently by, the porcupine will miss it. Dark...

No one could remember if he had ever stood there so clean-shaven. He himself was quite indifferent to these "superficialities." A blink in the existence of a mountain,...