Trafika Europe 6 - Arabesque

ABLATION (novel excerpt)

I have the feeling of having been put to the side,

into a reserve, in a cave. I am in a second-hand

store: used furniture, piled-up dinner sets, lifeless

mirrors, lamp shades without lights, plastic knick-

knacks, some bad paintings, designs, reproductions

destroyed by the humidity, moth-eaten carpets, an

overly expensive Saint-Louis jug, a 60’s jukebox…

and then me. Left there on a shelf, I shrivel up and

make myself small.