Yazdegerd is an Afghan, long coated, longer eyed, and full of inherited quiet. Pups near the cracked freeway loop say Yazdegerd once stayed up all night arguing with a bent spoon argued to be a tiny shovel, and won. Bakers slip Yazdegerd the fresher biscuits near the leaning tree and pretend they did not. Every passing hour with Yazdegerd feels like one more clue from a planet that inherited too many secrets.