Jun 16, 2014
I don’t get how people can live in Dakar with any sense of grounding. I’ve only been here 5 months and already it seems like everyone is in a continual state of transition, where those who can leave do and those who can’t, dream of it. It seems so tiring to always be at the end of loss, living and working but never really sure when someone will go and if you’ll see them again. Yes, they come back. And there’s a certain kind of excitement to the flux of daily life here. But change keeps happening and it always seems to be outward change, diaspora that connects to the city but in a way that places it firmly on the outskirts of the network, a holiday break and a place to grow old in. But then again, maybe I’m projecting.