February 2012
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Patricia is in Ramallah, and sent this video from there this morning. Watching it gave me such a strange feeling - a visceral recollection of daily life in Morocco: waking up to the sound of the prayer at what seemed to me the middle of the night but was really dawn. My mouth was dry, I had a headache from (invariably) drinking too much the night before. There was moss on the sides of my skull.
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a story for joyland i wrote.
So Far, Ottawa
I was expecting a weird house. It sounded weird; my cousin said the place was sixty years old, that it had originally been tiny and that it had been added on to 12 times, that there wasnt a square inch not covered in art. Instead it turns out to be beautiful. Full of light, full of art, full of unusual furniture and hidden passageways (I discovered a tiny mezzanine above the office this afternoon,...