A perfect chaos absorbs the street of Cairo, the most splendid disregard for safe conduct that the mind can imagine.
It is as though millennia of human experience in self-preservation have been sucked out of the atmosphere, leaving men and women to fling themselves moth-like into the lamp, banging time and time against glass, seeking out with obsessive will the consuming flame, loving ten times more the wick than the placid darkness where a moth might fly all night long to its heart’s content. (more…)