I am sometimes visited by moments of immense antiquity, which I watch dissolve completely into a future that does not yet exist. My tongue fails to find the words, and I retreat into my own worries like a hedgehog. I fill the void with what is at hand—objectively, the twitches on an old man's face, something that imposes itself on a screen, or a memory passing by. A mind sealed shut. One must pause before it for a long time.

• Author: Ibrahim Zaarour
• Publisher: Dar Fadaat for Publishing and Distribution
• Year of Publication: 2014
• Number of Pages: 254