So I’ve got this really comfortable bed. All my friends want to sit on it when they come over. And when debating on whose place to hang out at. It comes down to basically “Well, my place has my bed. But not much food, so we’d have to go out somewhere.”
I sound like I’m inviting them to have sex and a date.
“People get used to anything. The less you think about your oppression, the more your tolerance for it grows. After a while, people just think oppression is the normal state of things. But to become free, you have to be acutely aware of being a slave.”
Suddenly this woman pulled out her mobile phone and took a photo of herself smiling with Cameron and the US president. I captured the scene reflexively. All around me in the stadium, South Africans were dancing, singing and laughing to honour their departed leader. It was more like a carnival atmosphere, not at all morbid. The ceremony had already gone on for two hours and would last another two. The atmosphere was totally relaxed – I didn’t see anything shocking in my viewfinder, president of the US or not. We are in Africa.
I later read on social media that Michelle Obama seemed to be rather peeved on seeing the Danish prime minister take the picture. But photos can lie. In reality, just a few seconds earlier the first lady was herself joking with those around her, Cameron and Schmidt included. Her stern look was captured by chance.
Devin also did this sketch of the Graveyard Hag for me! She’s my favorite goddess in the Tamora Pierce books (probably our shared affinity for rats and hyenas) and I’ve only ever seen one drawing of her.