the men's salah room
(And other things spotted at the Fees.)
The deadline for the first assignment of my master's programme is looming towards me with the menacing impertinence of an iceberg on a transatlantic crossing. There have been halting attempts to make progress on it. But/and also hefty doses of procrastination. Most notably, attending a few performances at the latest edition of the annual Suidoosterfees, a dizzyingly rich performing arts festival.





This is the latest in a sequence of irregular Field Notes from a swimming pool library.