For the first time in our current ward and precinct,
spatch and I did not have to prove our identities before voting tonight. The difference was magical: instead of Kafkaesque obstruction which our papers could only provisionally resolve, we were presented with ballots, which we cast and were out of there in five minutes flat. We had earlier in the evening enjoyed dinner from Guru the Caterer, which only took us seventeen months of walking past on a regular basis to try rather than just inhale like a beggar in a folktale—admittedly for almost half that time I was medically prohibited takeout. I rejoice in a local source of goat curry, especially on nights when the combo includes the option of palak paneer and roti and rice and pickle into the bargain, which is most of a thali without the plate. I had never actually seen bread pakora in a restaurant before and probably would try it. I am still sufficiently new to eating from restaurants again that it feels like a treat each time.
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- 1: Like a sprig of yarrow caught in the dark
- 2: We'll tell you of a blossom and of buds on every tree
- 3: Am I lost inside my mind?
- 4: And the biggest old rascal come tumbling down first
- 5: You showed me how to not throw my troubles away
- 6: And the fisherman collects, yes, they collect the sounds from their nest above
- 7: We dig for the gods that leave no bones
- 8: Now there's always someone else in the back of your mind
- 9: I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
- 10: Ma twll yn y pridd yn Alltwalis lle taflaf fy mhryderon
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