“Nevertheless, he knew that his fate would be no different from that of young Samsa: he would die in three months, no more and no less, just before his twenty-seventh birthday.”
Phoebe Bay Carter
“If I were a cat / I would was my skin with my tongue / like this / your scent passing from my skin to my mouth, so I’d think I’d devoured you”
Cats have made themselves an essential part of human literatures.
“And I’m still surprised by the highly specific classification of my identity / On my ID card, where they wrote: / Male, Muslim, single.”
Naga said that, if she could have simply called it a novel, she would have. But once you start calling something fiction, “editors tend to get very restrictive and edit all the weirdness out.”