I am the donkey driver. I have been travelling through time.
I've brought back the process of thinking in my luggage.
Do you hear my blood curdling cries all over the world when I get out of my depths?
Time is taking the starch out of you but Time is delusive.
Time is dreaming empty dreams.
This novel is a kaleidoscopic scene to convey the complexity of the city of our Gods and the variety and multiplicity of our life.