Real Fiction / Arthur Ianoși, translated by Andreea Laura Stanca: Three Colours I Know in the World

I’m naked in a huge field of sunflowers, I don’t know my name and what I’m there for. Being sick by yellow, I crash into the thoughts of a stained blue. And sprinkles from the sky are mixed homogeneously with the sprinkles on the mirror of my soul. I blink often as if to ward off a ghost and the black in my eyes reminds me of whom I am. A big S on my chest and a cape hanging on a scarecrow tell …