here's one:
The Angel Who Photographed God
Who, these days, hasn't woken from a dream of murdering an angel? A real angel, sporting fancy wings that sparkle bright as snow, a heart in the shape of a Star of David, et cetera, et cetera. And with a dagger even, oof, such a pleasant twist! (Why a dagger, by the way, and not a rifle, for example? Clearly a rifle is the weapon of cowards. An ice pick? Too exotic. A flamethrower is just an attention-getter. Even a harmonica, of course, can kill. But only in legends.) And all for what? For some album of boring photographs. And never mind boring—also proving nothing. A sea, a sea, and another sea! What was he thinking, this winged creature, only photographing the sea? Here, for example, the last picture in the album—exactly the same as the photographs that preceded it. Maybe with just one more look, careful, it's possible to identify that in the upper half of this photo we can see . . . what the hell—another sea. And maybe in the lower half—sky. Nobody can see in either of these two spaces the legs of some tiny figure, drowning, that entered the frame by mistake.
nine more here:
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