Summer looks like swatches of white cloud against a blue-grey sky through a canopy of jack leaves.
Firmament
Summer feels like a towel against your back, as you lie on the roof with the evening breeze in your hair.
Roof
Summer sounds like retro-pop, while sipping iced lemonade to thwart the heat.
Afternoon Fix
Where on earth has the past month gone, I ask as I realise I’ve done nada on the productivity front. Ok, so I read a bit, painted a little more, watched 4 seasons of Alias and procrastinated on re-reading Said’s Orientalism before I head off to the “field”. The best read of the summer so far being Tamima Anam’s A Golden Age, and by painting I mean I actually ripped it up appalled at my own lack of inspiration, and by procrastinating I mean I’ve been shamelessly reading Charlaine Harris’s Sookie Stackhouse books (We’re talking Twilight for Adults in the form of HBO’s True Blood).
I don’t really have anything worthwhile to say except that I’m sick of seeing a certain someone’s goddamned face plastered across Colombo and that I’m off to Nuwareliya for the weekend.Good times.
J.