Call Me Cassandra: A Novel

by Marcial Gala

Now we’re all Marxist-Leninists, atheists, and if you see dead people, you must be mad.

You feel night falling, you feel the power of the night as a priceless good when you can at last be alone with yourself, hidden away in the false protection of your hammock.

I don’t have a future, I’m a tree with roots in the sand,