Aftermath

Hamed’s romantic life had until then entailed a series of locked doors, unopenable doors, brick walls with doors painted on— and at last he’d found one open. The thrill overrode his sense of discretion, and he’d charged it with reckless abandon, and now he was falling, falling without end because nothing would catch him. And he’d known when he began his descent this wouldn’t end well, that sooner or later all that falls must hit the ground.