Do you hear it? Yes, Mikal replies. It’s a battle, isn’t it? Yes. It’s the world, one of the other men says. The world sounds like this all the time, we just don’t hear it. Then sometimes in some plac...
We walk past the house with the blue door. It has been made clear to us that we are to walk quietly by this house, never accept an invitation to step inside, never return the smile of the woman of the...
The neighbourhood is a place of...intrigue and emotional espionage, where when two people stop to talk on the street, their tongues are like the two halves of a scissor coming together, cutting reputa...
Nothing is an accident: it's always someone's fault; perhaps-but no one teaches us how to live with our mistakes. Everyone is isolated, alone with his or her anguish and guilt, and too penetrating a q...