I’m living proof that while you can go to the place where you grew up, you can never go back home. Situational distance, temporal dissonance, or the relentless march. I tried to go back home and what I found was a place “almost, but not quite entirely unlike tea.” This is the way of things, a truth from which we cannot escape.
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This morning I woke up to clearing clouds beyond my cliff-side abode to discover that a critical element of my youth has been resurrected just...
Published on July 04, 2017 11:59