scholia 69

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.

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Bismillāh

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 …

scholia 49

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.

The Aéreus

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 …

The Réseau

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 …

A letter to no one 4

You lock away your virtue because like all virtue it poses a risk — to stand begets a chance to fall. So you’re looking forward to a life spent in the garden shed, lost in the shelves, your soul minced and numbed by your tools, your body dissected into muscle groups, catalogued by use with …

scholia 53

All the buckets of tar and crying wives of the world cannot equal the drama of smoke exhaled and the gesture of a cigarette, which are worth dying for and then some.