I say I am good when I am asked how I have been today. But what I really want is to describe of my day is best summarised by a description of an ulcer underneath my tongue.
Had she said that curtly? He asked himself the question again (had she?) as he walked to the exit and it seemed more likely the more he asked. But it was a train of thought with too many carriages to ever gain traction and, in any case, was promptly derailed as he walked past a … Continue reading Bismillāh
When I wake I let go of everything I know and stake it all on the moment, on the now now passing by. It takes all day to build up the courage to write, to read, to become the genius of each night, and wake each morning morning's fool.
Every so called tragedy of my life has occurred before my eyes and barely caused a blink, it is only in the feedback screech of reminiscence that I find myself, in pieces, destroyed.
Resistant to what I judged as love from an idiot, I was unaware that this was what I truly wanted from myself.
The car pulled into the European style porte-cochére of the CDM building. The driver handed his business card to Solomon who read as far as Sapto-Limousine Company Hamza ibn before he thanked the man and made haste into the next air-conditioned zone, grateful that his few seconds outside were in the shade of the building’s … Continue reading The Aéreus
Apathetic shyness slinks, he thought — looking out from his 48th-floor bedroom suite villa beyond Mecca to the Hejaz plains, flat and messianic, and decided that this wasn't the right phrase. He made a cup of coffee from the sachet left by his bedside table, arabica, pouring in the boiling water that turned bracken and … Continue reading The Réseau