Umar Nizar The night listens, with its soft palette of shadows. Daylight colours gradually lose their glistening sheen. Life begins where death abates. Images lurk in the embers of memory. Shadows emerge. Gazes soften, seeking that solace, beloved of the weary. In the smithy of the heart, intensities cool down, settling into primordial life rhythms. …
Gentrification of the Night
