Status Updates From Ulysses

(He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air, questions, hopes, crubeens for her supper, things to tell her, excuse, desire, spellbound. A coin gleams on her forehead. On her feet are jewelled toerings. Her ankles are linked by a slender fetterchain. Beside her a camel, hooded with a turreting turban, waits. . . . Fiercely she slaps his haunch, her goldcurb wristbangles angriling, scolding him in Moorish.)

what a fun and relaxing read for a saturday night





(idk what’s happening in this book. i am trapped. help.)

Stephen Daedalus mi niño