Addicted to Malcolm X.
I 'stole' his portrait off the stairwell to place in my office.
I spent a long time discussing him, and other much-too-serious-matters with Annica last night, and I may have finally found the right answer to the rickshaw-wallah conundrum.
Meanwhile, am very high on coffee.
How am I going to design a 160-page book in the midst of all this madness?
Deliberately woke up late to miss the slaughter. Not feeling particularly enthusiastic about photographing it this year (unlike last year, when I was practically wading about in blood). Will miss the goat downstairs which was so affectionate it rubbed its head on my hand and rested on my arm as I sat next to it. Am not eating meat today. Will resume carnivorous activities tomorrow.
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