The silence. Sifting, shifting, pervasive, deep, perspicuous (or not?). I wanted to say something pithy. Like: Be back later. Too busy evolving.

But you know. I’m still tired. The world reeks of malevolence. The future isn’t shiny anymore. I have lost my joie de vivre.

Not that I have folded my carpet bag away. I will get it back. Insha Allah. One of these days. Until then I trudge through these days with the constancy of molasses.

I really like my early morning bus rides. Fraught with anticipation tension of what the day will bring. And my classes. Brief interludes of peace before I have to come home again.