Is this really my life?
I sat in the middle of a thorn-bush enclosed livestock corral on the side of a mountain, flicking flies out of my Samburu chai with a twig, thinking, “Is this really my life?”
I sat in the middle of a thorn-bush enclosed livestock corral on the side of a mountain, flicking flies out of my Samburu chai with a twig, thinking, “Is this really my life?”
Of course, this Chinese New Year ushers out the Year of the Sheep and welcomes in the Year of the Monkey. Of course it does.
I unplugged this year. I’ve had a hard time plugging back in. Until now, thanks to help from Amanda Palmer and feral cats.
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