Sunday, August 17, 2008. On the bus to Tamale, wedged between too many sweating bodies in stale, soft-rock ridden air, I am witnessing climate crisis happening. In the early morning, I meet the motorbike called to take me to the transit station. Our load is cumbersome but manageable, as it was the first night I arrived. We ride carefully and reach our point of transfer; I buy my ticket, I stow my luggage, and I say my goodbyes to the driver. Thursday, August 14, 2008.

I caught this in my bedroom. My guess is flying ant. Or possibly termite, but I hope not. Seems too black to be a termite? I dunno, but it keeps its wings folded like the internet tells me a termite does, and its antennae are straight. but it seems to have a small waist, so. Help? Gonna tell ya something.

Drop it like its hott. I remember none of her titles.