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).