In Denys Arcand's brilliant film
The Barbarian Invasions one of the older female characters says that she's sworn off affairs because, among other reasons, she's stared at enough hotel ceilings. It's a great line, and also one that works on the literal and metaphoric levels I don't know if I've reached that point in my life's journey, but for some reason that line came to me as I was sorting pictures the other day. Often the ceilings are there whether we want them to be or not, but all too often we impose our own ceilings. This is a shot that I snapped from my bed in the Karibu Inn in Stone Town. It looks like some sort of spectral octopus haunting my dreams, but it's actually simply the mosquito netting.
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I guess it's a testament that you've probably traveled too much when pictures like this don't seem strange, but instead make you homesick for getting out on the road again. |
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