An idol standing on a lotus of jade
hung with great emeralds, like the ghost of a box-walk, its lustrous
green all turning to the shadow, down an interminable corridor...
his long and lonely struggle with the
river, and his victory in defeat, in the embraces of the stone saints
and other human figures...
a blind newspaper reporter is told by
an explorer that he is being pursued by a sequel of fishes and souls,
painting a city map in the setting of a hard-boiled martial art
movie.
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