From the Third World

In the early afternoon a friend called and asked, "What are you going to do today?" and I answered: "Oh I'll do something or other," and an hour or so later I realized the true answer to the question was: "Wait for night to come"; the nocturnal writer lives in a third world country where the unemployment rate is around 99.9 percent, like in some village in Africa where the men squat in the dust all day and hour after hour watch the wind blow by, waiting for the sun to go down and life to begin.