Tawfiq didn’t respond to any messages after I finished paying – and his phone ended up being off after I called him enough times. So that…was that.
I like to think of myself as a great traveller. I think my body is the ultimate travelling machine. I have never missed a flight if the factors were within my control (Chicago traffic, screw you). My stomach senses when a food trolley is near, and wakes me up if I’m sleeping. I don’t know […]
I know that she’s looking for something, and I’m willing to follow her until she finds it. But she doesn’t find it. Not when I’m with her, at least. Maybe in the absence of me, her spirit is set free. She’s looking for a traditional fortune teller, because there’s something in that spirit of hers […]
America is a strange alternate universe in which everything is permissible and allowed, and I don’t understand it all completely, but I am trying to wrap my head around it. I’m just observing and comparing everything here to stuff back home. For example – at the end of the street I’ll be living on for […]
In principle, I like beaches. They’re a plethora of shades of blue, which was my favourite colour before I decided that rainbow could be my favourite colour, fuck limited choices, and they have pretty sand, which gets everywhere, but it’s worth it, because that means that you were doing super fun things like building sandcastles […]
My phone is acting up. Again. For some reason, I have a bit of iffy luck with phones. I don’t want to say bad luck, because one man’s poison is another man’s flourishing phone business, but, let us just say, I actively contribute to the technological imports industry of our nation. This particular one is […]