The week went by fast. My routine was simple. I got up, got ready, and headed to the house. I always left the apartment at least half an hour early, to avoid getting stuck in traffic. Continue reading “Mr. Ali’s Driver (III)”
At night, when I hold conversations with myself, I cannot logically justify my constant preoccupation with human folly.
I watch the bus driving away. If I’m lucky, the next one will be here in fifteen minutes. I’m pissed off because I’m tired and hungry and, well, because I usually get pissed off when trying to get anywhere in this city. This time it’s worse: I actually made a run for it. Continue reading “The 10th Circle”