When they had gone the Moungari fell silent, to wait through the cold hours for the sun that would bring first warmth, then heat, thirst, fire, visions. The next night he did not know where he was, did not feel the cold. The wind blew dust along the ground into his mouth as he sang.
In Paul Bowles' "The Stories of Paul Bowles," the character known as the Moungari enters a state of introspection after others depart. He experiences a chilling silence, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the sun to transform the environment from cold to warmth. As he waits, he grapples with the profound sensations that come with the morning light, including thirst and the stirrings of imagination. The following night, however, marks a shift...
