Tired and alone on a mysterious machine.
Entering dissonance’s quarry at Manzini. Petrol and a robbed tomb at Bigbend.
Then the many hills of the Zulu, each its own apprehension—the bike fails slowly. Durbs sinks
into the haze, old friends and remorse; a distant father emerges. On the way
back I meet my dead self several times.
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