Is it excusable to be so unwilling to laugh at clichés and recycled humor? Is it asking too much to want the company of other weirdoes? I long for the simplicity of dirt and potholes. Where the whiteness of teeth is irrelevant and smiles cross cultures like silent secrets that bring us all to one level.
At least… At least you have democracy, at least you have a woman president. And Bollywood and a low cancer rate. At least your noses are pierced with gold and I can watch you from my air-conditioned room, keeping my new car smell as long as possible. If I come with ice cream and promises of flushing toilets, will you promise me afternoon tea and all its genuine simplicities.
H.A. 10/2009
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