So it remains to be solved–What am I, and what am I doing here?
The knowledge that there were other people on the other side of the planet who were identical to me was the reason I went to that other side of the planet in the first place. But it didnâ€™t quite hit home until the night I went on a date.
Watching the redistribution of nonexistent wealth did nothing for my idealism.
Morocco does not run on time. It runs on Inshaâ€™allah.