The previous year ended in what can only be accurately called a turbulence. I spent the last quarter, from October to December, moving from one place to next, mostly up north, so much that I doubt I got to sleep in my own bed for any longer than half a week. Towards the end of […]
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Reading on Planes, Confrontations with White Men
Lately I’ve come to appreciate the calm joy of reading aboard a flight. More-so when I realize that until July of last year I had hardly even stepped inside a plane in my life (technically a lie, as my mother has told me I’d flown before, though that was at an age early enough for […]
