Fu10 The Galician Night Crawling Better -

By noon the jacket smells of coffee and salt; by night she is again a seam of silver. The Galician night knows her and keeps her like a secret: not hidden, exactly—more like an uneven jewel under the tongue. Fu10 crawls on—part engine, part lighthouse keeper—bearing the small light that says everything can be found, or at least found again and put gently aside.