echoes

so i don't really know why i'm writing here right now. I'm not in uganda......I'm definitely not in uganda. I'm in strozier library. Which is a much sadder place. I just miss writing. I haven't really written a thing since I got back. I haven't really processed much of this stuff since I got back. There are no categories here for talking or thinking about Uganda.

man I miss it so much I cry sometimes. I miss it so much. I miss it so much. I have now been here a little longer than I was in Uganda after the group left and that is so sad to me.

I wanna get out of here. out of this country. off of this continent. away from this cell phone.

no one is probably out there to hear this shout, as it tumbles down the canyon wall into the abyss,

and all that comes back from that beautiful shout is a fading, withering echo.

and then it's gone.

that's what happened to Uganda. It came back like a withering echo.....and now it's gone.