What I feel for her is a wholly different emotion. It stands and walks on its own, living and breathing and throbbing and shaking me to the roots of my being.

“أُنْظر إلى المطر مدة كافية دوّن أفكار في ذهنكستشعر تدريجيا بأن جسدك يرتخي ويهز حقا…”

“How you think and feel's always linked to the lie of the land, the temperature.…”

“Judging from the spiderwebs clinging to it, the emergency stairway was hardly e…”

“We can, if we so choose, wander aimlessly over the continent of the arbitrary. …”