BLANK SPACES We all have excuses for wearing bags of flesh but we are nothing but kolanuts in the hands of the gods Once, my father said that if he were a poet he would write his first stanza on a madman’s forehead and paint his favourite line in...
BLANK SPACES We all have excuses for wearing bags of flesh but we are nothing but kolanuts in the hands of the gods Once, my father said that if he were a poet he would write his first stanza on a madman’s forehead and paint his favourite line in...
