Honestly I don’t know. I’ve gone through post trip depression before but not like this. Seriously. It’s as if all of the cells in my body are screaming “go back, go back”. I definitely left a part of myself in Africa and can feel the void lurking in the center of my being. My mind and body have experienced sensory overload in the cradle of civilization so certainly the pull is tremendous. Do my cells recognize Africa from a previous life? Don’t laugh. If quartz crystals can act as a conduit for information and store it in its matrix why can’t our cells?
I think that leaves me with reliving some of my finer photos from the summer. The artsy ones. I’ll throw a few at you each week.