The Dhow House

The decision announced itself without bothering to ask my opinion.

Knowledge should be empowering. But it ended up crushing you.

Burns was

She felt the pleasant authority of maturity settle within her,

politics was an ornery, wayward application of the mind, one which only those who had no money, or who wanted it, indulged in.

The colour of your skin has been trumped by money. That’s what race and class is here now: money.

She had been cast out of her own existence. This was what accidents, injury, trauma did to people, she knew; it dislocated them from a continuous narrative,

‘I’ve thought myself out of relationships. I’m not unhappy about it.’ ‘But you’re not happy either.’ ‘I’m neutral, and in a neutral place I am less likely to do damage.’

She might be very young, or her own age.