![]() My decision to go to Kolkata was spontaneous. Perhaps I travel to escape the loneliness of home. So I never feel lonely when I arrive in a strange place. I live very modestly, I travel alone, and the internet has opened up a network of people to connect with across the globe. It is, strangely, loss that has made it possible. Not having had the opportunity when I was younger, I think I’d become resigned to the notion that it was something I’d never be able to afford. I did not travel overseas until I was in my mid-fifties. But for now, back to this space, roughghosts, to share a little more of my visit over the next few posts. ![]() I anticipate essays, interviews, and other projects to emerge in the coming months. By the city-and a country-that I want to return to and explore further.įor the moment though, a little distance is required so I can review, focus, and calibrate the experiences of the past two weeks. ![]() In a strange way, the exhaustion and muscle fatigue feels like a metaphorical and physical rinsing of Kolkata out of my system. It’s the latter, acquired, most likely, on my last evening, that is really dragging the transition out-blurring the kilometres between there and here. I’m home from India and slowly recovering from jet lag and food poisoning. ![]()
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