I spent some of today looking out at this place from the other side of my dirty car windows, passing abandoned loading docks, upstart high-rise condos, old warehouses, getting tossed around by cobblestones and potholes, seriously asking myself if I could ever leave this place.
And if home is really people, then the answer is yes.
It's a different proposition from coming back, granted (that's a must, just because these aesthetics of chaos have become somewhat of a resting place for me for over two decades)...
But yes, I can leave this place.
But then, if home is people, can I leave these people?
Its distance, that gives me grief, and turns my life into a balancing act.
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people are portable. don't forget that part.
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