regression
lately i’ve regressed to a six year old:
drawing teddy bears on every library note
paper (next to those very short pencils)
has become my afternoon activity and
i chuckle at the thought that someone
might love my teddy bear and secretly
wish me to draw more (of course it might
be the other way around but it’s the
gleeful possibility that really [...]
flying home
to be honest, i am slightly anxious. i’m no longer certain of my ability to handle vendors clangorously tramping on the streets, scooters crawling without directions, crowds marching like colonies of ants, or any sight of snakes hissing in glass windows at night markets (waiting to be a crucial ingredient in someone’s dinner soup). what [...]