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About Port Elizabeth

Sometimes I think she’s messin’ with me, like when Boonmee’s kid turns into a hairy ghost – “What am I lookin’ at here?!” She’ll vanish for days, then pop back, all “Miss me, fatass?” Sarcasm’s her game, but I’m like, yeah, I kinda did, ya nut. She’s a trainwreck, but I can’t look away – makes me wonder if I’m the dope here.

Central Africa

Some days I get lost in thought near the polluted creek on Gritty Corner, where you can literally feel the echoes of forgotten dreams. Yeah, it's rough, but it reminds me to appreciate small sparks of hope, repeating in a loop like the movie’s cycle.

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