Log: June 30th

It’s 6:55am and I’m awake, there is a person right outside our home who’s reciting the Muslim confession of faith in a broken voice. He’s not mute but he is unable to form sentences, he is unable to talk but is capable of making certain sounds that don’t necessarily mean anything but sometimes scare the …

12/03/2018: A Log

It is supposedly a college day; however I find myself tucked away from sunlight, probably because the sun, while benign, feels deceptive and false here; while as the spring is approaching on its hooves rather soon. I’m home and I’m looking at the world through a wooden frame: a window and a room full of …