Saturday, January 26, 2013


At the teahouse with the background conversation in Arabic, the jazz music and the black tea, working on papers, feeling like this weekend is swirling away fast. I have another nephew born this morning, small and beautiful and already knowing what to do, so alert. In the meantime, a bunch of friends' relationships imploded and there's culpae on certain sides and I'm kind of thankful to be unattached. Another week of housesitting at the old apartment building where all the drama once went down but I'm so far removed at this point. It feels like another time. It feels like an escape here it's so peaceful.

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