Along the same theme of my previous posts...this excerpt was found in a forgotten corner of an old bag I have not used for years. I remember writing this, but I do not remember when.
Dates, discussions, titles, and page numbers. Gone is the wonder, the mystery, the awe at seeing the soul of man bled carefully on thinly-bound volumes. No more do they rest invitingly, carefully placed between the shelves. I have winnowed the Riddle, and it has spilled out onto an itemized semester. The Sphinx has disappeared, and with it have vanished Giza, Hieropolis, the Lighthouse, and the cult of the sun.
An Egyptless desert.
And yet, even the Nile must slither into Africa.
Why? To escape the Mediterranean