Sha fos el desig—an incantation or a fragment of a lost language—could mean “to make of the impossible a pocket of warmth,” or “the moment when you decide not to go back.” It could be a curse or a benediction. In a cafe where the lights are the color of old coins, people speak it when they intend to leave something behind. A cup, a mistake, a lover. Saying it aloud helps their palms unclench.