
The Favorite of the Emir, by Jean Joseph Benjamin Constant
December 20, 2025

By DS Maolalai
I feel the trees grow. the ache // which must echo through timber // and expansion of solidity.

‘Howdy hoody! Lemme guess: you was just passing through the middle of middle England, and you recognized the flame-decorated Ferrari outside my Hobbit Hole, and you buzzed ‘cos you fancied a parley?'

Here I am, looking at this copy of a // two hundred-dollar book.