The Mulholland Drive Man looks more alive in summer. I do not see him at night anymore. Last time I saw him a couple of days ago... actually, taking back 'I do not see him at night'... technically, it is night when I see him these days. It's just not dark anymore.
He was sitting on the curb with a Tajik kid in a communal worker's bright orange robe (like a con man's... or David's star?), the two of them chatting to the kid's Tajik music from his tiny portable radio. The man who put tiles on the floor in my balcony also had one of those. Playing the same music. Quite possibly neither of them was Tajik. Most likely, they come from some other, absolutely unrelated tribes. I still couldn't make myself take a look at the charred side of the MDM's face.
... August update... when I met him face-to-face on his customary sidewalk, as he approached me, sniggering he 'bah!'-ed me...
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