Upon Facing Each Other (a fragment from my novel-in-progress)
"For Calixto, to come across a face that had not bowed to agreements was momentous. It was the kind of face that existed unhinged. And he found it by chance at the edge of the Iberian Peninsula, perhaps at the edge of nothingness. He had encountered loose souls before, some who made an impact on him, but this face spoke a different tongue. If a face could will itself into the world, this one had entered many enclosures. And the deep diagonal crevices could only speak of hardship. And for that reason he looked at the face for a long time. He felt tempted to walk down the road towards the river, in search of those people he had met in the past few days. But he did not move away from his landing, he stayed right in front of this man who exuded a questionable smell, but whose face proposed impossibilities."