I push against the tree and run away, stumbling, the unreal night playing with me, gravity pulling from below, behind, above, making me fall. And I run through a world that is rotating, conscious of the earth's spin, of our planet twirling as it careens through nothingness, of the stars spiraling above, of the uncertainty of everything, even ground, even sky. Mumtaz never calls out, although a thousand and one voices scream in my mind, sing, whisper, taunt me with madness.
Mohsin HamidWhen we aren't collectively imagining hopeful futures, then the way things are going almost invariably seems negative and frightening.
Mohsin HamidI think walking is very useful, like sleeping and dreaming, as something that's important to my ability to write.
Mohsin Hamid