Part III

I began writing this on a flight home from Uganda, which was Normal beyond my wildest expectations. There were small signs, of course, that things weren’t quite right: the key wouldn’t extract from my hotel door unless it was in the locked position. Trip two is delayed. Whoever organized the marathon forgot to leave pinholes in the bibs.

But there was a marathon! The cell network still works when it rains; guns were not everywhere. Buildings are painted different colors, and ads on the radio routinely extol the virtues of condoms. There’s an app, SafeBoda, that you can use to hail motorcycle taxis with tested drivers and reflective vests; the division I interned with at USAID a few years ago provided seed funding for this, so using it felt like closing a tiny circle (do not tell my mother, part infinity). The English, a still-reverberating repercussion of colonial ghosts, was a game-changer. I know why I was there, and I did feel like I made myself useful, but all of this gave me pause: why was I there, again?

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Part II

There are so many of these. They flit back at odd moments, with percolation aided by jolts of place lag (a roadmap, roughly, of the past three months: SA DC Austin camping Denver camping, Durham DC Baltimore, pause for breath, more camping, two weeks of single-day interviews in too many places to count, the Pacific coast up&down, Houston, everyone I have ever met the whole way through, hi from Central Texas once more, how. is. it. September.) I worry about tainting memories by excessive parsings, or reamalgamating them into something more dramatized, so the purge continues:

[1 – 10 // 🔑 stolkholmsyndrome]
[21 – 31 // 🔑 longshadows]

  1. Tapis Rouge
  2. Tim Duncan Day
  3. Flow Rates
  4. Park Under Trees
  5. The Five O’Clock Somewhere of Moundou
  6. Cornucopias
  7. The Economic Gymnastics of a Minor-League Petrostate
  8. Garage Sale
  9. Dubious Nomenclature
  10. From the Jaws of Victory

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Part II