There the couple sat in the
opulence of the Baiyoke Sky Lounge revolving around glass windows and
ordering their cappuccino.
Then he wasn't there. He was in his room, his cell, staring out
of the window. He was watching a tiger watching the descending sun. He
was startled. He hadn't known that animals would look out at the
beauty of a descending sun. The tiger noticed him and got up; but
discerning this human's own benign posture directed toward the same
sunset, the tiger returned to where it was at and once again revered
the sun. Then he was walking the streets and feeling such a crazy
loneliness. He began to mutter nonsense and he felt himself numb and
slipping on his own frozen thoughts. It was very strange for he wasn't
moving and yet the streets moved him--strange as the fetid one, Kumpee,
having been the angel who had come at the right second delivering him
from his worst impulses to kill Kazem. If anything had given him food
for thought that week of idleness and recuperation in his cell, it had
been the irony of the fetid one as his guardian angel. If the fetid
one had not stepped in nothing would have intervened and he would have
murdered his brother or been murdered by him.
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