Suddenly there’s frost on the windows, Black Friday hums in the air, and a layer of stone cold wisdom on my mind each night. Preventing me from sleeping right away, despite exhaustion, and also from anticipating the time-space scenario that continues to unfurl around me, regardless.

Despite antagonism from all sides I’ve realized a lot about myself in this last month than I have most of last season. I have been so caught up in these revelations that I’ve hardly registered for classes. Scarcely picked up the phone and had a real conversation with a human being – and instead have been up to all kinds of traveling and odd jobs.

One of which is a teacher for an hour a week, where I get a lesson in identity politics and the students get a lesson in why systemic change usually means their voices become secondary even tertiary in dealing with the issues at hand.

“All I know” is that I owe more to them than this fragmented reality. I owe more to myself and the inspirational individuals I meet on my journeys to and fro then to whisper “don’t fret  – better times are coming”. We have to egg them on, or else these unanimous decisions will stay on paradise island where the weather is cheerful and the sun effervescent on a glittering pollutant free ocean…