THE TEXTURE OF AIR is a bundle of interests. It is about gain and loss, about love and hatred, about life and death, about the present and the past. The book is very much about the traditional as it is of the modern. In this book, the best part of life seems to have happened in the past, which is why we encounter a persona that is always looking backwards. Sometimes this retrospection seems to be indulged in willingly as may be seen in the last two lines of the very first poem: “We wail and reach for shadows/ How absurd our strive (sic)” and other times, the persona seems coerced into it as the last two lines of the fifth poem suggests: “If we do not smoke them before yesterday/ The dead will come for us today”. The past is also littered with guilt and regret which always find their ways to the persona no matter how much the latter tries to wall them off.
THE TEXTURE OF AIR is a bundle of interests. It is about gain and loss, about love and hatred, about life and death, about the present and the past. The book is very much about the traditional as it is of the modern. In this book, the best part of life seems to have happened in the past, which is why we encounter a persona that is always looking backwards. Sometimes this retrospection seems to be indulged in willingly as may be seen in the last two lines of the very first poem: “We wail and reach for shadows/ How absurd our strive (sic)” and other times, the persona seems coerced into it as the last two lines of the fifth poem suggests: “If we do not smoke them before yesterday/ The dead will come for us today”. The past is also littered with guilt and regret which always find their ways to the persona no matter how much the latter tries to wall them off.