woke up to my shouting neighbors again at 4 a.m. not going to miss them. cried kimya once into the dark void of exhaustion. trying to avoid all the finality of these days and just live them as if im coming back to stone town soon. thinking of haji goras voice, the raspy reassurance of its tenor, he is, of course, still alive very much. trying to see him may prove mythical. my days this week will be decidedly about me saying goodbye to myself, here. already missing very much the everyday web of love & belonging, even when theres no love and so much otherness. here we sit side by side, kings and farmers, queens and cleaners, poets and liars, fishermen and saints. theres no pretense. it doesnt matter where you learned what you know -- the point is to know it, and wrap yourself up in it, and be kind.
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 07:40:02 +0000
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