Traffic in Joburg is like the democratic process. Every time you think it's going to get moving and take you somewhere, you hit another jam.

Only other people can make you feel real.

Traffic in Joburg is like the democratic process. Every time you think it's going to get moving and take you somewhere, you hit another jam.

She would disappear folded like origami into her own dreams

There are patterns because we try to find them. A desperate attempt at order because we can't face the terror that it might all be random.

Memory is curated. All this paraphernalia you collect to ward off forgetting

I really wanted to believe that there were these magic celestial bodies that would direct my life, tell me what to do, and it turns out it's not stars, it's some bits of screwy DNA. I'm just meat with faulty programming.