"Antiseptic air. This moment has no extension or duration. Like the endless, blind cycling of a dead planet, I orbit something of unimaginable magnitude: the absolute gravity of an infant absence. I try to show them, but the icy ledge gives way and I plummet to the killing floor. I try to explain, but grains of burning sand clog my throat and I choke. The man in the next bed tells me he is John the Baptist, and I believe him, because at night I hear him crying in the wilderness." Hawwa a novel , Riyas Babu
Posted on: Fri, 12 Jul 2013 06:31:56 +0000
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