Casablanca Notes

Beatniks, bumtrips, Casablanca — written on a train while drinking avocado juice poured from a 5 gallon jug in a alleyway ;-) Today I was holding a meteorite! “Casablanca first hits: women balancing mall bags on their heads as buses back through narrow gates.”“It’s not erotic — it’s sexual — the way he makes sandwiches with reverence and hunger watching.”“Morocco is the land of dinosaur bones, crystals, and billion-year-old space rocks you can hold in your hand.”“Electric banjo leading Berber drum circles at sunrise in Marrakesh.”“Everyone here is okay with looking at you — warmth around the eyes, a nod, a hand to the heart.”“From 1920 to 2000, Casablanca was an experiment in Muslim architecture — perfection as a doorway to the timeless.”“A hammam under the mosque: hot ocean water jets strong enough to push you under and dissolve the ego.”“Spice routes, pirate codes, Portuguese forts, and art deco decay glowing under a half moon.”“It’s a place to get lost — because perfection is the only way to live beyond yourself.”