A couple weeks backs I traveled down to East London, in the Eastern Cape in South Africa. East London reminds me so much of Montgomery Alabama: the streets, old buildings, crowds wandering. Driving through East London I remembered how twenty years ago I arrived for the first time in Montgomery, all my possessions packed in my car, having never been there before. I got to Montgomery in the evening, looked out the window, walked out on the brick street, smelled the evening air, and said, yes, I think I’ll live here. ISetting foot in East London, I feel l could almost do the same. Here is East London
Sometimes I miss the intuitiveness with which I lived. I used to be guided by smells, by the texture of light in the evening, by the way a building crumbled. That’s how I ended up in Alabama, in Chad, even in a glass house in South Africa. This intuition is what I write from – I realize this more and more. I follow traces down narrow alleys, invite strangers for a drink wondering if they will become lovers, sit by women at bus stops, knowing they may change my life.