I am out and about in what used to be my home town, but it's not anymore. I am what's left of us... of me. I am the beast inside the child's stone plaything thrown 10,000 years ago.
I think of Palo Alto (CA) as my home town. When I go there, I'm never sure if I am now more than I was, or less of what I used to be.
They keep tearing down places I used to live, which bothers me, as if I left a little disembodied bit of myself at each place which now must float around looking for me.
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I think of Palo Alto (CA) as my home town. When I go there, I'm never sure if I am now more than I was, or less of what I used to be.
They keep tearing down places I used to live, which bothers me, as if I left a little disembodied bit of myself at each place which now must float around looking for me.
beautiful post...like to see some comics some time, but that was a good one...
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