He was suddenly happy. Things will get worse, he thought to himself. Then better. He was walking swiftly now, towards the Heart of Darkness. As lonely as a wolf.

The God of Loss.

The God of Small Things.

Naked but for his nail varnish.

Arundhati Roy, "The God of Small Things"


Die Liebe der Matrosen

Si la notte

I've got you under my skin