Ruma wants me to write an ethnography covering my time in India and my experiences and observations regarding gender. She says it will be cathartic. That just produced an image of me crying over my drink and notebook at any local coffee place as I brought myself back there and let myself feel those feels and touch those touches.

So for now I'm just free writing. I'm going to buy a notebook today and a pen Just For This. So that this process is its own, has its own things, is seperate from everything else in My Life Here... I mean, even though it isn't seperate at all and at certain points in the day my time in India manifests itself and becomes so powerful my lungs cannot take in all of the air they need and the emotional intensity rushing through me could power a million cities.