letters to africa

dear africa,

it's raining again... even in this world, it rains almost incessantly. if i were with you i wouldn't have to worry about rain, and you know how i hate it when it rains. tell me, dear friend... am i bound to drown in the rising tide? or will i swim out of this one?

i wish you didn't have to answer that... and maybe i shouldn't have asked at all.