The rain would wash away the clay dust sometimes. I had a young face and a grey pallor. I rarely bothered to change my clothes: a striped...

Beyond the false dualism of our metaphors of day and night, of light and dark, as though days had no gradation, no variety, but existed...

Rain in the backcourts; rain-soaked harling on the building opposite; that black rain that gathers in gutters, pools on the lids of...

At Düsseldorf Flughafenbahnhof, on Gleis 5, a man is waiting on the S1 to Dortmund, though he is going to Duisburg. He is lean and toned...