Scribbles

A few things before I continue: the straw on the ground outside the broommaker's shop, and him sweeping it up. Sharing a cup with an Arab Jerusalemite. When he started telling me his views on Blacks and Hispanics, I made a vague motion that I was going to blow my nose, then went into the next room and ignored him. Downtown Amman like Lego blocks, framed between the two pillars left of the temple of Hercules. Plastic water bottles deposited by the side of the road in a huge pile look like glittering crystals from the window of a moving bus, and the way an unlit room always feels smaller once you turn on the light.