Since returning to JHB, I've been feeling neither here or there or anywhere. Feeling like I don't belong anywhere in particular. That there is no reason for me to be anywhere. I just if I could would want to cease to exist.
After turning into Harrison Street, before turning into Commissioner Street I see a guy on the side of the road (not on the sidewalk) with shampoo on his head. A guy is helping him wash his hair, using water from a little puddle near the sidewalk. Where is this I think?? The countryside, some rural town, some impoverished, war-zone city?? No, Johannesburg City Centre. Crazy… just crazy.