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My trip to New York can be summed up: Brooklyn / two short people / one tall one / others, briefly; Manhattan / two tall people / modern art / a walk in the park; In Transit / too many hours / three black men. To expand a bit on that last point, I’ll briefly . . . → Read More: I’ve never felt so close. I’ve never felt so all alone. A weekend trip up to Philadelphia provides welcome variance from the too-easy-to-sink-into reading that makes up most of my days, whirlwind visits with Philly friends and then a brief trip out to New Jersey, where I sang until I ran out of breath from exhaustion. It was a weekend of odd dissonance and consonance, both . . . → Read More: We should become more adventurous I got home Tuesday night. Travel took a little more than 24 hours, from where I was staying in Dar to home. It feels like it did when I was home for Christmas, as though Tanzania never really happened. This is just a continuation of the summer before I left, two years later. Except: when . . . → Read More: So what do we do now? |
