small stone (103)

Night. The white noise of generators and turbines underlays the doppler of occasional traffic. I’m tired, eyes burning. Somewhere, a siren.


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I’m in Charlottesville, Virginia, at UVA’s Summer Language Institute’s Tibetan Intensive, by which is meant “intensively intensive.” I’m hoping to get back on a regular writing schedule after the third week (we’re in the middle of our second week right now).


2 comments on “small stone (103)

  1. In a month or so, I hope to see you blogging/tweeting in Tibetan!

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