I have been home for about three weeks now…
Time here goes slow, so slow in fact that it often seems nothing happens, nothing changes, and nothing inspires momentum.
I was on such a good roll whilst away, but place sets in a particular kind of pace, and all of a sudden I am just another broken person again, trying to find a fix. The mix is monotonous.
I went to the public library yesterday and got told to take my hat off. I refused. I was asked to leave. When I questioned the library staff they got all uppity and decided to call the police. Apparently it’s not about race…nothing’s about race these days, and yet that doesn’t change the feeling of being singled out.
Bout’ time to reboot I think.