Today I ate couscous for dinner for the second night in a row. Most delicious.
I think six months in India managed to peel away a certain self-consciousness that clung to me for years before I left. This I realized especially tonight.
Things weigh on your mind and make you terrified and intermittently start despairing but if you keep reading the New Yorker and cutting the tomatoes and talking to people and eating the couscous, you continue to learn new things and unearth bits of wisdom. As long as you're learning, you're not going horribly wrong.
And that's tonight's three-second bite.
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