Alone in Kabala

I spent last week in Kabala, a small town near Guinea where the air is fresh and the houses back up to ragged green hills. In the morning I would sit on the banister of the porch, sipping sugary black tea and looking out on the hills. Women were making breakfast over fires and I watched as the smoke swirled up to the sky.

There was no electricity, no television and no internet. At nighttime, I occupied myself by reading by flashlight and eating Skittles. When I finished my book with two nights still remaining, I had to get creative. So, I made bedroom art.