After writing he needs to heal. In the hours past midnight Sulaiman Addonia watches ballet and listens to classical music. It is a ritual.
« Writing is torturous », he says. « I basically suffer. »
He needs the night.
« When you are damaged », he says, « you come out of your work completely reassembled. »
At night he sews the fragments of his personality back into that of a father, a husband, friend.
While writing he’d been stripped.
One writes naked.