It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning
Should I not pause in the light to remember God?
—Conrad Aiken.

IT is morning, Kartini says, and in the morning she departs for work, catching a ride on a rickety motorbike, her thoughts drifting as she sits on the black plastic seat behind the driver, possibly recalling the snippet of a dream, possibly dreaming. It is morning, Kartini says, and in the morning she gets off at the bend in the cru