Biology designed the dance. Terror timed it. Dictated the rhythm with which their bodies answered each other. As though they already knew that for ea… - Arundhati Roy

And there it was again. Another religion turned against itself. Another edifice constructed by the human mind, decimated by human nature.

Some days he walked along the banks of the river that smelled of shit and pesticides bought with World Bank loans.

She could hear her hair growing. It sounded like something crumbling. A burnt thing crumbling. Coal. Toast. Moths crisped on a light bulb. She remembered reading somewhere that even after people died, their hair and nails kept growing. Like starlight, travelling through the universe long after the stars themselves had died. Like cities. Fizzy, effervescent, simulating the illusion of life while the planet they had plundered died around them.