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Do Good and Evil Sometimes Sleep?

Resul Jusufi · Essays · November 2026
Where do they live?
For some time now, I have been dreaming of Good and Evil. Often, they rob me of my sleep. Their conversations are loud — sometimes hysterical, sometimes violent; sometimes so strange that it is impossible to tell whether they are arguing or remembering something that happened before humanity was born.I see them in the middle of the ocean, on the shattered remains of a ship swaying on the water. Then they appear in outer space, inside a spacecraft drifting among cold stars. Beyond the glass, everything seems weightless: time, the body, memory. Sometimes they appear in abandoned villages, riding old, rusted bicycles through streets where no human being remains. Often I see them riding horses. One horse is white, the other black. And always following them, for reasons I do not understand, is a goat. It does not hurry, yet it never falls behind. As if it knew the way better than the two of…
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