(a partial shot of diango hernandez's drawing (there are many things in the air and all of them are for free), from a summer of art-tripping)
following a week point five of meetings and nights filled with youthful enthusiasm of sleep-drained eyes and new environments, there's not so much to say. unlike the two years of india, which still leak over into the now of here with run-ins with other uwc alumni and hanging out with indians, there isn't a bassline of the 'exotic' which can be described, or at least, not yet. so here, in the gap of music talks and lecture dashing and football tryouts, is all i could find.
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