Back to the states after 10 days in Nicaragua. And now to process the experience, think through some of the ideas stirred up by what I saw and felt. Where to begin and how to order what, for now, is a disorganized mass of concepts, ideas and desires?
And so here I am, with fond hopes of typing order into the chaos. Enforcing some words and order on what lays scattered in a journal, my head, scraps and remnants and images.
