Yes, I Am A DestroyerMira Mattar 'I travel far across the city, cut it knowingly, concealing behind me the entrances to tunnels, altering the signage. I traverse the grimiest bowels, skirt the farthest wettest edges like a silverfish active only in the hallucinatory hours, to avoid becoming known, to avoid any collusion between my body and theirs, its.' Under the neon sky of a sick city, which might be London, a nameless governess oscillates between lucidity and