VANCOUVER
I am back in Vancouver, a city playing dress up in fancy clothing and glassy jewels. It is haunting me with memories that force me to remember who I was.I traveled around the world alone, I experienced things that are difficult to describe and hold memories caught within the inability of my brain to iterate them. But now I am returned to my old city of glass. My hair has grown longer and my eyes more wrinkled. I have some grey hairs. I acquired the wrinkles in the Sahara during the hot season. I think I got the greys during the silent meditation.
I am returned to my old city of glass, and the glass is reflecting my image everywhere, and all I see is myself in the city of glass, and I wonder "what I am doing here?" And what am I doing here? and what am I doing here?
SENEGAL
every time i think, read, talk, or hear music from Senegal i start almost nearly crying. it's sort of embarrassing but my mom says its because i am in tune with the world now.
MALI
the wind was like a hair dryer, hotter than the air. it offered no respite to the heat of the day.
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