By Igor Goldkind
I open the envelope to look inside. A teal-colored box wrapped in transparent plastic peers back up at me. My knife’s edge slits open the plastic so that I can pull the surface away.
I hear the crinkle of the paper as I crumple and cast it aside to reveal the gloss surface of the laminated cardboard box as wide as my hands.
It is a beautiful box cover decorated by Arabic glyph patterns of abstract petals from half seen flowers. Behind the title is a woman, eyes closed with a smile of repose upon her lips. [Read more…]











