Status Updates From Call Me Zebra

Time was a riddle not meant to be solved, I concluded… I thought to myself that the act of swallowing our bitterness and absorbing one another upon death had increased our wretchedness. I pitied myself. I had inherited the stinking pile of rubbish, the unspoken emotions, everything that had ever been discarded by generations of Hosseinis; their unmetabolized pain was rotting in the ever-widening pits of my void.

The ego! The ego renders us incoherent!

“The revolution is going to be hijacked. Don’t they know history is full of ruptures, haphazard events, and prone to recycling its own evil phenomena?”

I am so tickled by this book I don’t want it to end

I don't know how this will be, based off the low ratings, but I hope it is better than many of them imply LOL.