But Beautiful

But Beautiful

At some time all cities have this feel: in London it’s at five or six on a winter evening. Paris has it too, late, when the cafes are closing up. In New York it can happen anytime: early in the morning as the light climbs over the canyon streets and the avenues...
The Doer Of Good

The Doer Of Good

It was night-time and He was alone. And He saw afar-off the walls of a round city and went towards the city. And when He came near He heard within the city the tread of the feet of joy, and the laughter of the mouth of gladness and the loud noise of many lutes. And He...
Exit West

Exit West

In a city swollen by refugees but still mostly at peace, or at least not yet openly at war, a young man met a young woman in a classroom and did not speak to her. For many days. His name was Saeed and her name was Nadia and he had a beard, not a full beard, more a...
Marcovaldo

Marcovaldo

The heavy man pointed the tip of his cane towards the rows of lights that were coming on, down below. “In the evening,” he said, “with this stick I take my walk in the city. I choose a street, a row of lamps, and I follow it, like this… I stop...