Each paragraph has text indent on first sentence. One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed... Continue reading →

It wasn’t a dream. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, strikeout text raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head... Continue reading →