Africa live with the death of a more natural that Westerners. For them death is the downstairs neighbor coming to ask for sugar. For us it is a breach in the sky that mercilessly out a demon or angel that comes to fuck the soul.
The distance is in my mind time and time has taught me that I'm confused with my own distances. Now that today I am 40 years, that figure terrifying pushing some to bungee jumping in the sink, I am more than ever strokes on the map. More vitally ordered and disordered than ever, that in all my virtues hide my main defects.