We are the masters of the unsaid words, but the slaves of those we let slip out.
We are the masters of the unsaid words, but the slaves of those we let slip out.
The West will begin to understand Africa when it realizes it’s not talking to a child - it’s talking to…
Cities are not loud. Cars are loud
The Queerness of it All frQg pQnd plQp by reference to http://www.mysmallboat.info/2005/10/22/matsuo-basho/