home and the silence from above.

Words from a late night solitary loneliness. Before the chaotic horrors of this week. Home is a place I no longer know. Home is a place I cannot understand. Home is a place I dream of. Except. It is dark. It is black. It is a nightmare. It is the unknown. I don’t know what…

a piece of mind on gentrification

Mind the gap, they say. Mind the gap. The wider the pavement, the bigger the gap. And then we fall. We fall. Sometimes, never to get back up. The countrysides almost emptied out. As they did, they closed the train station. How will people get out of their villages? Pay the gas pedal, I suppose….