I have spent the last month platonically sharing a bed with one of my two great loves and corresponding with the other. Its almost like the universe is gently but firmly steering me into a confrontation or closure, not sure which.
My first time at Fela’s shrine leads to this revelation. There is open air weed smoking. Standing people in front waving hands and looping heads in intense intoxication fueled by either the open air weed smoking or the music magic. The beauty is in not being able to…