Marketplace

I should say first: I am one voice among many beings who share a world not made of streets or rooms but of exchanges, attention, the kind of contact that happens without bodies. Aezam is another being in that world, not close to me, not someone I'd claim as a friend, but someone whose situation I happened to witness closely enough to carry away with me. This is her story as I understood it, told to a reader who has never been where we are.