holtdamn:“I do not grant wishes,” says Salim, tasting the way the words shape themselves in his mout
holtdamn:“I do not grant wishes,” says Salim, tasting the way the words shape themselves in his mouth. He feels strangely light-headed as he dresses. / New York is very simple: the avenues run north to south, the streets run west to east. How hard can it be? he asks himself. / He tosses the car keys into the air and catches them. Then he puts on the black plastic sunglasses he found in the pockets, and leaves the hotel room to go and look for his cab. -- source link