January 26, 2017

“There were bodies in the walls. The man was certain of it. Dry, brown-with-age bodies folded into the plaster. The man ran his hands over the walls, feeling for bumps and uneven patches. The man pointed out dark spots but the walls were equally dark. I squinted to see what he saw. The man took my hands. He held them to the wall and moved my hands in slow circles. He said: Do you feel it, do you feel it?…”

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