"I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game: whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover's fatal identity is precisely: I am the one who waits."

"It eluded us then, but that's no matter -- tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. ... And one fine morning ---- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."

Autorenwettbewerb. Die Leser entscheiden.

Gesucht werden utopische Kurzgeschichten bzw. Erzählungen, die in der Gesellschaft von morgen spielen.

"Welche Rollen spielen die Universalmaschine Computer und das Universalmedium Internet bei der Konstruktion unserer Zukunft?"

What would it be like to find meaning and order in everything you saw?