There remain nothing but reflections now in the woods repopulated with absurd animals, with well-known plants - The Magnetic Fields by Andre Breton

I arrived in Casablanca this morning. Things are so surreal. At the international terminal at JFK I had an Aaliyah is freaking the fuck out moment. In an instant my euphoria and excitement turned into paranoia and severe panic. But I went ahead with my plans, embarking on a trip to a land where I knew not a single soul. What have I done? The country from above seemed like some a Dada painting where everything was distorted. In the airport there was a crowd of people from Mali in pilgrims clothes praying and tending to and endless stream of crying babies. I changed my money after getting thru customs and waited for the train from Rabat. On the train I missed my stop and had to try to use my, what I now know is my ineffectual french, while the man across from me in my seat put powdered opium on his gums. The apartment is nice and spacious. It's in the fashionable district of town. From my window there is a cafe where Moroccan men seem to spend countless hours smoking and drinking tea out of tiny glasses.