Feelings on the topic of being here versus somewhere else are mixed though maybe bittersweet is a cleaner description. Maybe it’s anywhere USA and maybe it’s not.

Today I’m overcome with something that feels like disappointment but which can’t be expressed fully through the stoicism born of needing to show up in places that require an abandonment of needs, of only one of Maslow’s perspectives, of warmth or what translates as shelter that no four walls can accommodate.

Sometimes despair is little more than standing still and acknowledging that movement means nothing to a man who has spent a lifetime becoming an island only to realize the water he treads is filled with the sharks of his making.

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