Hand sketch by the Author of the Site Hipoteticamente, cais num limbo sem fim. O cair do pano. Uma vida a pedir perdão mas, e uma vez chegadas às portas da eterna viagem e nem São Pedro nem Adamastor mas sim Camus, um outro à veia de filósofo. Olha-te e percebe o que tu gostarias de perceber, ‘Sim, é isto, nada – nem paraíso nem inferno.’ E busca, apercebendo-se que nada percebes, fastidiosamente e de maneira repetida vezes sem conta, uma pequena placa em cartão duro por de trás das costas. Texto redigido em letras grossas: A Vida é a Soma de Todas as Tuas Escolhas Olha-te e percebe que não pe ..read more

Cover by Nomad Letterbox – Seven years later, the killer strikes again. An In-depth journey through the mind(s) of a quite peculiar chap. Brutal. Sex content. Psychological Thriller. Profanity. CHAPTER ONE ‘You got the eyes of a real copper,’ Gumshoes’ throaty old voice said, booze-begging, ‘You can fake a smile but the eyes won’t follow, not anymore. Locked in a memory, innit, Ricky?’ Fuck me, was he right. And the presence of Fat-Joe Detective chewing loudly on my ears wasn’t helping either. ‘Billy…’ I gasped, once again, ‘… What did you see back there – we’re looking for a possible dead bod ..read more

Artwork by Martina_Bulkova ‘Welcome to the Venus Project…’ The smooth-voiced, fragrant lady said, turning her arms now to embrace the rest of the island, far behind us. ‘Venus what?’ Poppy asked with interest. ‘For you and for now it’s introduction day.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Poppy asked, even more interested by the warm breeze swirling around her neck. She was thinking umbrella-styled cocktails all the way, I’m sure. ‘Is this your house?’ I, on the other hand stupidly said. ‘No. It’s yours and everyone’s, really.’ The lady whipped back with a cheeky smile. Black as tar and with the widest of sm ..read more

Artwork by Stux Is money the cause for all good and bad? We neither eat it or drink it but, instead we’re told we need it for all that matters. And we all suck on it. Following the reading of an interesting article from my fellow co-worker and editor at The Focus, Alexandra Ciufudean, on how the world could actually learn from covid-19, her notes propelled me to the quintessential question of what is it Mankind lives for, in the end – what’s this all about? We’ve been trading something for something ever since we became settlers – forever leaving behind the trading act of hunting for survival ..read more

Artwork by Chickenonline Or “How Finland Has Left Me To Die” in the lock-down conundrum we’re all living, if I’d chosen to pick my initial idea for the title – that would have been sensational wouldn’t it? Well, here’s the problem. My biggest problem, really and the fact of being a guy who knows that one specific situation does not account for the whole social system of a Nation. Which means (albeit my wife’s disagreement on that) that I see myself as someone with very balanced views. But some context must be offered to the reader if I’m to speak such blunt words invoking love and death. How t ..read more

Artwork by Oberholster Venita Bats, rats or just the books, cooking them well enough might put it in perspective, says the wise howl from a distance – a different taste than its raw, natural one. Heck, it might even taste like chicken wings. And, soon enough, even before that first coffee of the day hits the spot and I’m already with that Python chap, Brian in my thoughts, selling frog legs at the Coloseum. Monkey brain, fishes, baby mice, donkeys, snakes, the practice of eating live animals in Asia is, well… what practice might entice through semantics – a routine, leaving me where I had left ..read more

Artwork by Prawny The world went mad those days, they will say in future generations. How to wash your hands properly, it had started with, before shock and denial paved the way to total panic. All that in a matter of days. An entire world population focused on one thing only – never seen before – it was chaos. How to circumvent depression in lock-down? Six tips for staying active – a blog on how to create a blog during self-imposed isolation – we had mock-ups of an ending civilization on a rampage tag-spree travelling from Brooklyn to Calcutta. All the while, on Wall Street the ‘markets’ list ..read more

Artwork by ArtsyBee Maybe the time was nigh, or maybe this nomad friend of yours was just as frustrated as anyone else around the world when his mind drifted away, looking at a painting on his wall. Painted by himself some years ago, he recalled the moment in time and what it had led him to paint it, as it came out as this sort of ode in the end – not only to his birth place in Africa (which he no longer remembers) but all Africans, with a particular interest in their beautiful women. And as his thoughts threw him far and away, a pertinent question kept popping, adding to the fact that this no ..read more

Artwork by Rosiekeystrokes Taxi from Jupiter. He opens the backdoor of the Cadillac to much surprise as he encounters an almost empty city. His grandson, popping out with a similar look of awe in his eyes freezes at the sight of a huge advertising board – a smiling man’s face caught exuberantly perfect for the camera and a short slogan, mentioning something like “Vote Social-Democratic”, he reads, in big letters. “What is that, grandpa?” “Oh, dear, it’s an old tradition Man had in the past. Ideology, it was called – political semantics, really. Old stuff.” How many times do we ask ourselves th ..read more

Artwork by ractapopulous Self-conscious that I do tend to shine best under pressure, when it comes to the writing shed, though, some music has to be playing all the time – not too loud and with no lyrics to distract me. However, and normally as well, a good, historical documentary is whispering wise words from the past, gently in the back – breaking that lyric dress-code altogether. With live football on the radio sometimes added to a desperate, blood-sucking journalist on Bloomberg TV for punch line – show me the money, Wall Street! – that’s how I get into the black hole of my creative self ..read more