Mining.

Have set out to read back journals; am mining for this essay-thing I have been writing; fear I will have far too few journals show for the year.
To write a diary every day is like returning to one’s own vomit. –Enoch Powell
The journals begin, actually, in Simla, in an A5 size, 144 page book [...]

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8 January 2006

I admitted to Sister Tina my fears of not giving enough, though I didn't articulate it this way–my fear that I do everything too selfishly.
And she said that you have to go for yourself.

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31 December 2005

(Written on the grounds of the Taj Mahal.)
Realized yesterday that I have been walking on the wrong side of the sidewalk this whole time.
Tried to take Piggy into the Taj Mahal.

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29 December 2005

I gave a woman with a baby five rupees. All Arnab said was: That was a very dangerous thing to do.

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27 December, 2005

Opt to shit in the Jordanian airport. One never knows what future situations may present that may or may not flush. Greta comes out: "I couldn't find the flush." So I reach my fingers into a hole in the wall and press down on the exposed end of a PVC pipe immersed [...]

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collected quotes

This is the beginning of a series (theoretically this will not be the only time that I do it) of posts from the paper journals that I kept during my trip. The first pages of all of my journals since the eleventh grade are collections of quotes that I came across during the time [...]

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