That night I fell into a deep, travel-tired sleep, lulled by the 🅵︎🄰🅼︎🄸🅻︎🄸🅰︎🅁 sound of the waterfall beyond the window. who can't write, interviewing people, who can't talk, for people who can't read. it's a form of 𝖍𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝖑𝐨𝐯𝐞 to accept our complicated, messy humanity and not run away from it.