Tuesday January 17, 2017
I'm on the second to last row in the middle seat of a plane slicing through Africa's most turbulent skies in my semi-unconscious body for 11 hours. The incessant rattling is reshuffling my entire anatomy. My cervical spine has crashed into my ankles and my rib cage is now straddling my pelvis. Joints are no longer where they should be and some of them have become ossified monuments of the agile warriors they once were. There is cardiac tissue swimming in my gut and my tongue is clenching my optic nerve...but my time on land was worth it.
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