johannesburg stretches out in front of me in all it's sunlit brightness. Like an overexposed photograph, the corners of everything are a hazy white. It's quite warm and i've just got off the plane. It's kind of good to be home. I expect the people at passport control to welcome me with a musical number, some singing and dancing. A bit of a minstrel show if i'm honest. Instead she scolds me for having a cover on my passport, impeding her ability to scan me back into the country.
Mildly disheartened, I make my way to baggage collection.
1 comment:
yes you
carry on and it becomes a book
while you study english lit
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