I tried to explain. I had spent the summer brooding over a misspent youth, I said—the state of the world and the state of my soul. “I want to make amends,” I said. “Make myself of some use.” Sadik broke open the yolk of an egg with his fork. “Well, amigo … you can talk all you want about saving the world, but this city tends to eat away at such noble sentiments. Look out there.”
