in disguise as no one knows.
As I examined my rosy, partially-painted fingernails on the subway, I had to chuckle at myself. It seems my pathetic stab at feminism a couple days ago is now wearing thin, and right in time with my increased interest in African affairs (no nailpolish applies in those parts). I should have chosen my trusty nude.
I shortly afterward began to ponder whose useless twist of fate had one of the only individuals with whom I've had an incredibly intense and substantial conversation get onto the subway car behind mine. I found myself imagining my inquiring whether he still delighted in his native ancestry (it was always Natives versus Brits), and asking how he'd been these past few years.
Today has been an odd day.
I downloaded some music of my childhood that has long since been lost but never forgotten. I'm having a fabulous time within my own memory listening to songs such as this one. This is one quest I doubt will ever cease. It seems I'd like to reconstruct my entire childhood before my very aged eyes.
But with me everything looks better in retrospect.
I want very badly to be able to read more about Africa. I just finished The Poisonwood Bible, and though it is fiction, it was very impactful on my thinking. At this particular time I'd like to get my hands on any and all African literature I could find. They are a people I believe I could enrich my life learning about. I must also look into volunteer work and work perhaps for the UNHCR. It is direly required.
I shortly afterward began to ponder whose useless twist of fate had one of the only individuals with whom I've had an incredibly intense and substantial conversation get onto the subway car behind mine. I found myself imagining my inquiring whether he still delighted in his native ancestry (it was always Natives versus Brits), and asking how he'd been these past few years.
Today has been an odd day.
I downloaded some music of my childhood that has long since been lost but never forgotten. I'm having a fabulous time within my own memory listening to songs such as this one. This is one quest I doubt will ever cease. It seems I'd like to reconstruct my entire childhood before my very aged eyes.
But with me everything looks better in retrospect.
I want very badly to be able to read more about Africa. I just finished The Poisonwood Bible, and though it is fiction, it was very impactful on my thinking. At this particular time I'd like to get my hands on any and all African literature I could find. They are a people I believe I could enrich my life learning about. I must also look into volunteer work and work perhaps for the UNHCR. It is direly required.