Whenever I try to write a tweet, it evokes that existential question of Twitter – who am I in 140 characters?
For most Tweets, it wouldn’t seem like you have to accomplish that much. 733 more words
The bus lurches and sways through village after village, frequently stopping and taking an eternity until I finally can get off. I stare through the water-streaked windows expressionlessly like most of the other passengers, but very unlike them flexing my naked toes and rubbing my bare feet against each other. 324 more words