Kasai in the sky

Running into the headwind, I follow the shoreline south, keeping an unusually fast pace as night gives way to the first morning light.

Later, with my presentation behind me, I am fourteen floors above it all in a building that did not even exist back then. A playground for the creative class; the world at once so simple and immediate.

Later again, I am afraid I made a fool of myself at the conference dinner, voicing my frustration about the normalization of racism to senior professors who, in line with the best Weimar-tradition, seem to seriously believe that "the Left is just as bad". Maybe one day I will learn to pick my fights but keeping silent also has its price.