and then our exile

forget anthropology, political science, medicine--i wanna be a Zapatista when i grow up.
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if i were able to, i'd sleep right now for another four hours. but, no: workwork.

dreamt last night of mustafa and possibly amin? and i travelling solitary through a dark city. it was .. different. this picture of mustafa and farooq from august always makes me start laughing. love to them both.
and so. today my grandmother (dadijan, not oma.) comes. also today, mustafa khaled jabakhanji bayan murtada and a bunch of others have their last engineering exams. oh, and the quasi-communist husband too, i suppose. i know too many engineers. but adu'aa anyways.

REAFFIRM YOUR PATRIOTISM

also: I have begun writing a sonnet. To the glob. ^_^