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| After Creation | |
You would think after all the trouble of Creation, that things would know their place. Forget the Garden and the Fall. Just take all the ordinary things, the locks and bolts, the bits of wood, pieces of tin and plastic, scraps of food, the dogs and children, bicycle wheels, jars and pots and pumps, half-pants on a line, anti-aircraft guns, policemen’s boots and belts, the calendar full of gods, gas cylinders, bars of soap. I had hoped these things would work themselves into some kind of order. When I began it was a simpler world. Things, perhaps, got out of hand. Imtiaz Dharker |
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