turkish influence

And so on I went, suddenly fascinated with how my feet moved over the slush, and in it. Left. Right. Left. Right. Forward. Left behind. There were a thousand variables brought into play, and I could not take my eyes off them. They were all that mattered. What else? At least they got my mind off people. People irritated me. Emotional clutter. I pitied them, almost.
A Day in the Life of. For Arathi, 2001

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