RaveThe Georgia StraightAttachments beckon: friends, customers, obliging hookers just outside his shop, even a white prof slumming next door. But he persists in his anomie, losing everything–money, friends, the store–as he strips to his essence. Loneliness tempered by forbearance is pathos; by struggle, tragedy. But loneliness unchecked–encouraged, even–is different. Sepha speaks to a profound truth of immigration: movement is not always positive. Oscar Wilde\'s line \'We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars\' takes on poignancy here. Sepha is in the gutter just like all of us, but he\'s beheld enough for one lifetime. All he wants is peace and quiet. All he wants is to close his eyes, to sleep.
