An African Non Sequitur

So in the process of slowly losing my mind (in a good way of course) at post, I've also become hilarious, at least in my own head. Here is a recent letter I sent my great aunt Yvonne. You'd have to know her to fully appreciate her sense of humor, but I think it stand on it's own as well.

"So I've been reading a lot. I like the issues of the New Yorker you've sent, although sometimes I feel that it can be a little pretentious, and that's saying a lot for a snob like me. So once I finish with the magazines they make their rounds. The other Volunteers seem to like them and find them entertaining. My villagers aren't that impressed. I think the pithy humor goes over their heads. They'll pick it up if Woody Allen's written something that week. They're also big fans of what's opening up off-Broadway and regret they never get into the city anymore for a night out.

I also picked up a copy recently of Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs. Worst erotica ever. I start it expecing great things from the title and all I get is people stabbing heroine needles into their eyeballs. I mean I did my best to power through it, but it just wasn't coming along..."

As you can see, Africa is slowly breaking my soul. But it's okay, I just hope that the pieces won't be crushed into a fine powder by the time I leave. Much harder to put back together.

I'll post something real tomorrow. This week has been crazy, but it's mostly over now. I'll be going on exile in my village for a while, so it'll be a long post to take me out on a high.

Kala suuru