Tired as a log, I walk to the beach. I stray with the ocean and my thoughts engulf me...

A conversation’s being born in my mind. Frankly, I can’t make much sense of it.

(The questions are arbitrary. The answers? (Wicked smile!))

‘You seem to have lost a lot. Now, is this all you have?’

‘Never felt fuller.’

‘You look bright today. How many suns have been warming you?’

‘Ask the sunflowers in my field. Each owes a thousand.

Yeah, I’ve somehow beaten Khaled Hoessini. It’s all about a million splendid suns.’

‘That’s a new smile that I see. Owe it to something? Or even better, someone?’

‘Yeah. To the zombie trying to suck your blood and pluck your fingers off.’

‘Define happiness.’

‘Sensuality in closed eyes.’

‘And how would you describe these thoughts that you have?’

‘As dark as a rainbow’s shadow…’