Up goes the rocket. Its golden grain falls, fertilising, upon the rich soil of my imagination.

“Brooding, she changed the pool into the sea, and made the minnows into sharks a…”

“About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, an…”

“How readily our thoughts swarm upon a new object, lifting it a little way, as a…”

“Kimse yoktu. Sözleri eriyip dağıldı havaya. Bir roket gibi.”