I stood on the overpass, leaning over the rusted railings, and below me the black artery pulsated with melted cars...

There is a certain weariness growing in the shoulders and neck, not from work or sleeplessness...

Inside her, the household turned into geometry. Every worry, every urgent matter is not a thought or...

That sound, rhythmic and insistent like an inquisitor's interrogation, has long since become my inner metronome, beating no ...

The glass wall between me and them, or maybe between me and everything, is thin, barely...

A heavy body, soaked in cement dust, climbed into the middle of the double-decker bus, each step was separate...