set fire to your old self

This was my landscape last week, sharing a house with my girls at Venice Beach. Sunny days and foggy nights, riding bikes up to Santa Monica, doing shots and eating chips and laughing until my belly hurt. And now I'm back in Stressville.
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THIS is good, I will commit it to memory,  I'll commit it to the muscle memory in my brain. Set fire to your old self.
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This also. Everything changes, every second.
Peace.

selam ana fiqir

Five weeks away, and I'm still not sure where my heart (home) is.
These things take sorting out.
In the meantime check out an Addis Ababa cloudburst: brief, torrential, noisy, punishing, cleansing, chaotic, demanding. In its wake, fresh air and an early afternoon.
Peace and love, say the rastas. Selam ana fiqir.