From “al Dakhil” street, to the square of the “others,” the vehicle stopped.
He was dreaming of returning to something else, after all the roads that left him; the body
stumbled into the trip, and the trip stumbled into the vehicle …
The evening shone in the mosque’s porthole, while a fistful of men gathered\ around a
woman who was weeping the threads …
from Dayplaces:Showdowns Concerning The Beauty Of The World And Its Depression
Translated by Naseer Hassan and Jon Davis, with Christopher Merrill