It's been in returning to the work hard, play hard of the capital and once again trying to find my nest among it, that I remember the difficulties of finding work that fits like a role rather than the soul-less submission of my time for money.
Nothing feels realer than the earth
No totality more absolute
Horizon curves without me knowing
The beginning and the end
When I am gone in a place conceived of ideas, earth brings me back
Preoccupied most moments, I'm barely here with her, knowing actualness