Wednesday, May 17
HIS HAIR RETURNED
Halfway through the reading, the acclaimed author forgot the title of his own book. He was holding it in his left hand. He was looking at the cover. Members of the audience were shouting it loudly for him to hear. And yet, he was blank. HIs face a pacemaker's cave. A chance to start over. To forget the fog he had written and instead bend headfirst into the well behind the venue, where children threw coins and mimicked the echo of frogs.
(Benjamin Niespodziany)