Back in the 90s, my family occupied my long-deceased great-grandmother’s house in Ashgabat, the capital of Turkmenistan, the former…
vacancy and silenceconfined by and in the roomchildren cries and laughteroutside, in the street;i sit — reading, my handslay down on the keyboardas though touching effervescent emptiness of digital;the trivia of existencemeaningless,but not random,vertigo of normality