Thursday, April 14, 2005
afternoon lies heavy in the air here, swirled into peaks of coolness by swift fans, whirling white devotees of summer. somewhere down the hall, a flute trembles and shivers notes from a set of speakers into the languid, enchanted quiet. women move noiselessly in and out of open doors. some are asleep, some sleepwalk, some prowl quietly on a private agenda. outside the sun leans against the brick and glass, sighing bright, hard arid heat. but here, here it is cool beneath the moisture filtered through dark khas and a continuous drone; a blurred metronome of a lotos eater's consciousness.Mina at 3:08 PM
