I don’t know why I’m cooped up at home every weekend with nothing to do and nowhere to go when I could very easily become this kind of fanatic.
Sign posts in Kampala elicit extreme emotions from me. I can’t decide whether to laugh my head off or pull out my tongue with pliers.
If you look really hard, some animals look more human than humans.
There is something depressingly hopeful about abandoned slippers and a deserted road. It’s the knowledge that chaos, abuse and nothingness blogs eventually come to an end.
