side entrance, jolfa

People were asses. They all lived and romanced and loved and hated and murdered in this tragedy of a city. One’s entire life, so limited. I could bundle it into a ball, and roll it towards an overwhelming question, and it would be at a loss for words.
A Day in the Life of. For Arathi, 2001

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