The Parrot that Wrecked the Truth
Everything would have been different if not for the bird. ‘When we got back, a letter had arrived. It was from Ceylan. Sometimes writing is more precious than thought. A voice in my head said ‘writing lets you fly’ but years ago, that same voice said to me ‘in the context of eternity, all literature is nothing but a draft.’ There was a light on, and I was surprised to see that the door had been left open. I saw inside, there was a parrot.’ A Narrative written in the allegorical tradition of oriental literature, ‘The Parrot that Wrecked the Truth’ also innovates the tradition by using scenes built on powerful images and open-ended text.