iExile — Literature that doesn’t behave
Novel · Satire
Bulă, or How We Invented Quantum
A literary satire about laughter, bureaucracy, and the small cosmic errors that keep reality from sealing itself shut.
The Shawl Seller
Excerpt from my novel in progress, The Shawl Seller
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The Saffron Warriors, as the other team prided in calling themselves, had already arrived on the field. Their team was comprised entirely of boys from the Kongposh colony, the inhabitants of which cultivated and exported saffron. Immediately after setting foot on the ground, they got busy unpacking their kit and putting on their snow-colored uniforms with the player’s name on the back of the shirts and black strips running down the trousers. Each player put on a hat with a specific number printed in black on it.
UnAlphabetless
A recovered text from the first iExile body — returned to circulation, not as nostalgia, but because it still burns.
Dispatches, books, and texts the archive refused to lose.
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