My computer committed suicide, among other things. Nearly started screaming in the bathroom this morning, then realized that Swamp Thing was actually me after 48 hours of hardly any sleep or protein. Work should be interesting this week, so watch these spaces (and read the stuff already published, obviously). 😉
Watching cars move off Sheikh Zayed Rd. and on, beyond the line of skyscrapers and toward the port, is like watching Pac-Man from a great height.
Don’t talk to me of love. Let’s talk of Dubai, The little bit of Dubai in our view. There’s that tower scraping heaven And the men tighten the saddles And I’m in Dubai with you.
I need shade, I need nutritious breakfast, I need to feel the earth underneath my feet and not have it sink away like so much sand. I need to figure out where home is, and whether it exists at all, and whether its existence matters. I need to stop tearing myself apart along the fault-lines.Continue reading “I need my fluids”
I’ve never experienced a mall food court that was quite as delicious or quite as ridiculous. I’ve never been so hot. I’ve never been so confused, so afraid, so miserable, or so in love.