9.19.2025

Making a place my own. How many times I've done this. How many times just in the last few months. It's an ongoing theme in my work, comes up all throughout that book I wrote, this whole deal where you can change location - countries, counties, continents - and wherever you wake up face the disappointment of still having your same self with you. Not that I'm whining it's just it feels like to be somewhere as different as Oakland California is from Montreal Quebec you should feel a change in yourself, you know? If anything I do not feel as nervous as maybe I should but even in Detroit and Chicago I didn't feel threatnened and these airborne toxic threats from The East as consequential as they are feel less pressing to me than getting this post written so I can think about something else the rest of the night, walk in a shadowy park where I've never been, eat an unnamed fruit from the branch of an exotic tree, settle in to play a game where I'm wandering an irradiated landscape looking for a partner to aid in my quest to feel like I have some purpose.