Tag: journeys
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Journey to “European Son”
The Letter and the Flight The letter arrived at his Scandinavian getaway on heavy, cream-colored parchment, sealed with wax that smelled of river mud and old pine. It bore no return address, only a single line in elegant, spidery script: The River is being drained. Come. The Maidens Poliphilos knew the handwriting. It belonged to…
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Journey to “Lover Costing Average”
The other day, Poliphilos was reviewing the footage from Aurélie’s revolutionary fashion show at Ostara’s garden. He couldn’t help but smile at how the ancient goddess had helped transform not just Aurélie’s designs, but the entire fashion industry’s approach to sustainability. His phone rang. The caller ID showed “Marcus Chen, CTO, Meridian Exchange.” “Poliphilos? I…
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Journey to “Stand By You”
It was a perfectly ordinary Thursday afternoon when, through his window, Poliphilos saw the massive spaceship appearing above the city. The vessel hung silently in the sky, its enormous form seeming to dwarf both the ancient domes and modern office buildings below. As he watched tourists and scooters scurry to all possible directions from under…
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Journey To “All These Worlds Are Yours”
The other day, Poliphilos was visiting Phil Collins in Switzerland and they were listening to one of his all-time hits, ‘In The Air Tonight’. There, the talk went to the drowning incident. ‘There was no drowning incident!’ Phil said. ‘I’m sure there wasn’t!’ Poliphilos agreed. ‘Anyway, it’s interesting how one can base a whole album…
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Journey to “Red And Blue”
Somewhere en route from Paris back to Singapore with Poliphilos’s “Landscape Fantasy” in her headphones it hit her: she had been here before. The views. The sounds. The fusion kitchen and the Krug. All of it had meant something for someone many years earlier. But was that someone her? Or someone else? She couldn’t decide.…
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Journey to “Ancient Manager”
The other day, Poliphilos was planning the “Player Characters” album again in his apartment overlooking the city. “Messenger!”, he called. Nothing. “Messenger?!”, he repeated. In a whoosh he was there. Disheveled with twigs and pine cones hanging in his…” “Is that moss???”, Poliphilos asked. “Don’t ask”, the Messenger said, tidying up. “I guess I better…
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Journey to “Ordinary Day”
Poliphilos opened the television the other day, and what a disappointment it was. He couldn’t help but wonder, why do I even have a television? Oh yes, he remembered – we use it to communicate with the TV people. Poliphilos called out for the Messenger, and with a whoosh, he appeared. “They don’t play the…
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Journey to “Landscape Fantasy”
“Okay,” Poliphilos said to himself. “If we’re ever putting on a show, I need showgirls.” “And I know just the place.” Poliphilos made his way to the eastern waterfront, booked passage on a ship, and crossed the sea to where it had all begun. he took shelter under the trees for the night, knowing it…
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Journey to “He Who Walks Behind The Rows”
On his way back from the latest song hunt, Poliphilos decided to take the scenic route through the countryside. The late autumn afternoon light painted the fields in warm hues. Birds chirped and butterflies danced among the flowers. In the distance, a church bell rang out a wedding, while the air carried the sweet scent…
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Journey to “World Renewed”
Now that Poliphilos had decided to start the new project, he first needed an ending. And who better to ask about endings than a demon? Perhaps not a prince or even a duke in this case — a minor marquis, earl, or baron should do just fine. Poliphilos had had his share of encounters with…