this week i

feel moroccans from a different era.  maybe it's all the smoke.  cannot name an old world nation more facially diverse.  maybe all the smoke.  nothing like arabic script carved marble.  maybe the smoke.  men kiss one another on the cheek, women cover their hair in the fur of jungle cats.

made some friends at archana's wedding.  riya met me at intermission, mom and dad will leave baltimore soon but her hometown forever.