To the average Westerner, reared on crisp autumn breezes and revitalizing spring air, Beijing’s tianqi, its weather, is a surreal departure.
Hassan Blasim's Iraq is a debased and deadly place
Walsh was sitting in a café when a man approached him and said cryptically: “One of the executed men is alive.”
The screech of streetcars falls silent. Juice trickles from a windfall pomegranate
Eventually the boats were no more than little dots in the sky
When whales swim toward the coastline, they sound like North Korean spy submarines
I would collapse on the warm floor and sleep like a cat.
"Your body smells of meat."
I can't write a single sentence.
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