Floating on a cloud of tobacco for three days, I haven't left this apartment. In fact, I haven't even left this room with its adjoining bathroom; I sense the light sneaking lazily through the air conditioner's frame, depicting the street's commotion onto the white ceiling with no talent, dullness, and its furtive pictures stolen secretly lack life. Boredom is a gentle state compared to the void I'm floating in, as I am trapped in a sense of confusion that bears no other meaning. Daylight does not make a boundary with the darkness of night, except for the hours when Mina enters, creating a rift in the dome of silence, injecting color into the darkness of time, and causing the seconds' caravan to pause.

Publishing house: Dar Madarek for Publishing

Number of Pages: 267

Year of publication: 2018