Most days, like most people, the routine of life doesn’t warrant a lot of notice: get up. eat cold toast. drink coffee. talk to carly. talk to cat. read. take bus to work. work. take bus home. eat dinner. talk to carly. talk to cat. read. sleep. Repeat ad nauseam and ad infinitum. By and large, life isn’t much different in Addis Abeba, Ethiopia than Santiago, Chile or Kansas City, MO. Nine months in, or whatever we are at, the new, the bewildering, the wondrous, and the uncomfortable - all that makes one viscerally aware of the fleeting present - has become banal, routine, and mundane. The epistemological crisis of confronting the so-called ‘other’ has faded into habit. Undoubtedly, this is somehow beneficial for the business of living, but it makes life inherently less interesting. Luckily,
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