the city of clairvoyance

The city of Clairvoyance. Plaza the color of burnt-sienna. As in Miramar, the Alexandria hotel, the people do wander through. In this city, there are no mirrors. There are no sculptures with wings. Cafes are full of old women. They wear beards like Lyev Nikolayevich Tolstoy, recite poetry as if they were the Tartar king in Kubla Kahn.

During the day in Clairvoyence, the sky is always silent and always blue. Childrens hands twitch, because they dream of more days in the year, more days to play by the sea. You can smell the fish on the dark-clothed women. They come to the bistros after dusk and hang on each other like heavy nets. Some smoke hand-rolled cigarettes. Some hold cigars in their mouths, which they merely chew...