A Fairy Tale

Once upon a time but not so long ago and somewhere in nowhere nearby I was walking in an ancient forest. Watched by numerous eyes, glittering in the moon quarter, I struck upon an owl high up in an elm asking me if I believe in faeries. I said “Why do you ask”? “Seeing is …

Why all these birds …

Somewhere in nowhere at the edge of an imaginary ancient forest where faeries dwell forever guarded by birds who warn them for human intruders …

A Fairy-tale from Stanford

A friend of us in the village used to make ‘faeries’. He made a good living out of it and even employed people from (hate that expression:) ‘previously disadvantaged communities‘ (which are BTW still marginalized). The faeries from Stanford, South Africa went all over the globe. But as with so many great new ideas and …

Imaginary of Nightlife in the Village