I got an email from Z this morning. She told me about visiting the Abayudaya, a tribe of unlikely Ugandan Jews, not too far from Tororo. She’d only gone because some fellow Jews (though Z thinks of herself as a “jew” and not a Jew), collogues from the US were visiting.
How could she be on another planet if people visited from the US - I told this to myself, then felt ridiculous for applying reason to my delusion. Then I felt myself heavy-breathing. Because I missed Z. Because I missed having a partner. Because I’m trying to reason with some part my mind that is clearly unreasonable. Then I put on my shoes and went running up the side of a volcano.
My new place in Portland is blocks from Mt Tabor. It is beautiful and steep and hard to run up.
Last night I slept at the house S and L, two people I know from a year I spent at Arcosanti, found for us to rent before I got here. I guess technically I was squatting. The last two night I slept and E and S’s place. I was very welcome to stay longer, but I wanted to be in my own place.
When I got into Portland a few days ago I decided to forget about the ass-phone, as I’m been derisively referring to it in my mind in an unsuccessful attempt to minimize how terrifying I find it. I didn’t say anything about it to anyone. I put it in a box.
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