Thursday, 16 February 2012
Sunday, 5 February 2012
From tomorrow, he thought, he would write. That endless tomorrow which refused to come, which refused to form contours in the present, like an obscene totality that encroached upon the now, the present, that horrible thing in the future. They called it kal. Kal meant both tomorrow, and the end. And this is how things end, by promising to happen—tomorrow.