Belonging, like any other emotion, is an unreachable and fickle state of mind. Mirage and horizon—it’s gone once you’re inside it. Based on a thousand micro-factors that float across one’s field of vision only to disappear as you approach. What changes with the streetlights. Perhaps we’re always stuck in a state of longing. That we are united in this. Our only country, these united states of longing for whatever it is we don’t have.
