Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Wavicles Ernst Young got up early that day. Like his great-great-grandfather, he was obsessed with uncovering the nature of light and electrons, a nature elusive, coquettish, and unattainable like Edelweiss. In 1801, Thomas Young had devised the double-slit experiment to try to demonstrate the wave nature of light, in contrast to Isaac Newton’s proposal that it was particle-like. Ernst thought that perhaps the problem had arisen from the naivety of both scientists’ thinking. In reality, his great-great-grandfather’s deduction of the existence of waves, and Newton’s of particles, was a trick played by nature. Neither waves nor particles existed. There was something else that manifested differently depending on the experiment. It was like day and night: the same Earth spinning, but revealing itself in different ways. What Ernst sought was not one or the other, but that which remained hidden behind both disguises. Ondículas Ernst Young se levantó temprano aquel día. Como su tatarabuelo...

The Corner of Oblivion Once upon a time, there was a corner that, according to itself, everyone ignored. Thus, its existence unfolded in the most absolute solitude. It did not miss anyone’s company, for it had never known anyone until then, and so it lived happily. One day, by accident, someone happened to end up in the corner, and after examining it with disdain, prepared to leave. The corner grew frightened upon seeing someone there and, before that someone could walk away, it asked: Who are you? And how did you get here? The someone tried to explain what had happened, but their throat refused to emit any sound, because, among other things, they remembered nothing — and they too grew afraid. It was then that, providentially, another stranger dropped into the corner. — Listen. I am the guardian of the room. This happens every day. And every day I must explain it. You are the Corner of Oblivion. And here come the souls who, because of their actions, must forget in order to contin...

  Indigo I now know for certain that nothing exists outside my mind. It was an unexpected discovery. One hot summer night, while gazing at the star-filled sky from the garden, suddenly all the objects around me began to take on an intense indigo hue, and then the sensation plunged into the deepest black. Something told me that the profound blackness was what lay outside my mind. People, objects, events, experiences — they were all a product of my mind; they had no existence beyond it. But my mind, too, was a projection manipulated by the indigo that filled everything. Gradually, the objects and colors returned to my sight, and strangely, among that starry sky, one distant star’s indigo glow stood out clearly above all the others. Índigo Ya sé con certeza que nada existe fuera de mi mente. Fue un descubrimiento inesperado. Una calurosa noche de verano, contemplando desde el jardín el cielo plagado de estrellas, súbitamente todos los objetos que me rodeaban fueron adquiriendo  ...