Afternoon's the most dreamless and introspective time of day, a sort of midnight of the daytime ... - Amit Chaudhuri

I'm undecided about the time we live in. This ongoing passage to oblivion. The disappearance of things you took for granted. Then there's the renaissance of things you never knew of, or presumed you'd never see again.

In the oldest, bunched houses with tottering stairs,

She would sweep the floor – unending expanses, acres and acres of floor – with a short broom called the jhadu, swiping away the dust in an arc with its long tail, which reminded one of the drooping tail of some nameless, exotic bird.