I’ve had dreams like this. Dreams where I sit at the office, ask out loud should we have comments on non-attributes? and scrutinize the
Translated from Bulgarian by Katerina Stoykova-Klemer if the mouse dies the cat stops playing with it there is a brief moment before the eating
It isn’t so much the Proclamation as the whiff of hope, night worrying bare branches and rooftops, nibbling the contours of a tired city.