For pragmatic reasons, I love the routine. I love the structure of it. I love knowing that my days are free. I know where I&#39;m going at night. I know my life is kind of orderly. I just like that better.

You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you’ve found life. I’m no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are ‘yours’ and which are ‘mine.’ It’s past sorting out.

I was thinking as small children think, as if my thoughts or wishes had the power to reverse the narrative, change the outcome.

The elephants were being slaughtered in masses. Some were even killed in the vicinity of big tourist hotels.

Written By Richard Leakey

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