April 29, 2016

His teacup shakes, the paper trembles, and the numbers, the packets of chewing gum, and the lighters jiggle around, while the bags of nuts look at you stupidly. This isn’t even your job.

April 28, 2016

Abu Ramy, the shopkeeper, is a round-faced man in his sixties, with a moustache and a soft, melodious voice that accentuates his childishness.

April 27, 2016

Their bodies grew heavier as time weighed down on them. None of the entertainment options could lighten them up.

April 26, 2016

The guests stared at the screen, where a gaggle of beautiful young women, shapely and fair-skinned, their silky golden or jet-black hair streaming in the wind, picked flowers as they romped through a verdant garden filled with trees, cavorted in a turquoise pool, splashing one another and laughing, and finally sat around circular tables, surrendering themselves to ravenous and seemingly insatiable appetites as they devoured the finest foods. 

April 25, 2016

To fully embrace the group of works within, we have to do what Updike did not. We must temporarily suspend not our judgment, but our referents. We must throw ourselves beyond gravity.