Daily Dose

From Beijing Coma, by Ma Jain, translated by Flora Drew

IN THE EVENING

"In the evening, my mother sits on a chair at the end of my bed and rubs my clenched toes. Then she takes out my father's journal again. After flicking through a few pages she begins to read out loud. 'People who have beds to lie on are so lucky. they can dream their lives away...'' Huh, that sounds just like him."

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