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this afternoon i went to the top of falaky with sara. we sat with our feet dangling over the edge...staring towards the sunset over tahrir and the nile...downtown and outwards. reem came out of nowhere...we all sat and wrote. the billions of cubic meters or whatever they are of pollution expelled into the air every day make for beautiful sunsets. (i wrote about how i forgot the word for sunset in spanish). it is now 254 am...my ash tray is full. thinking too much to sleep.
it's easy to be a socialist/communist when you're rich already. (probably the same way anorexia and bulemia aren't major issues in sub-saharan africa?)
the mosquito bites here dont swell up and itch anymore...maybe for a few minutes. then they fade away and are gone by morning.
"it's ok, we don't consider you american"
it's easy to be a socialist/communist when you're rich already. (probably the same way anorexia and bulemia aren't major issues in sub-saharan africa?)
the mosquito bites here dont swell up and itch anymore...maybe for a few minutes. then they fade away and are gone by morning.
"it's ok, we don't consider you american"