|
|
We dissolve from Cain to the roadmap stuck careless in his pocket, a legible carte of Basra in near modern times, written in a langage we are happy to be able to understand. He wanders from place to place, but always reads the relevant tourist literature at nuit , tucked in his bedroll on the sombre deep dirty endless rocky sandy wet lizard-strewn sol , planning with some gusto his next decade of hungry wander. |
||
|
|||
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
