from the article:
Before the Sea
I am a foreigner in the promised city with suitcases full of desiccated crabs but in the Empire of Closed Windows, everything is rough and when I go into the street, I double bolt the door and try to forget the mermaid trapped in the bathroom pipes
and I am nostalgia when I painlessly deliver myself to the ordinary abyss of corners
and I am nostalgia when I fulfill my duty of being a good citizen.