Was that him? My gaze was rapt, unbreakable. Conversation with my roommate had ceased abruptly. He followed my gaze to the man. “Are you watching that man?” “Yes.” Stone serious. A silence ensues. “Do you want to pray for him?” “No,” I say. Without hesitation. “You…don’t want to pray for him?” The man walks with … More The Magic Man Pt 2

The man had long, matted hair, an equal mix of black and gray; his beard was long and unkempt. His jacket was soiled, a faded navy, and I think his pants were gray. I was piqued when I saw that the book he held was a Polish-English dictionary, and he crumpled the payment for it … More Then one day I wandered for hours, and time felt so hungry for me – this was the day…