Postcard from Lamu

I'm in Kenya. I've been here for a week now. We've been staying on an island off the coast and it feels strange to be connected to the world in a place like this, which is tiny and local and dusty and windy. There is a curious mixture of the sublime with the decayed; everything is frayed around the edges, everything is bathed in a golden sunshine. We drink beers at sunset and put our toes in the warm Indian ocean. I haven't blogged, but I've written, and I'll blog properly soon, but for now dipping for too long into the Internet-universe feels illicit, and anyhow, it's dinner time.