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..::21.12.07::..
to be home is to be away. i realized home isn't where you live, work, go necessarily. it isn't one thing and it isn't one place. it is a feeling. comfort. familiarity. something you can have with more than one person and in more than one location. some things of what i miss about ohio are in the past. destroyed by sprawl. ruined by seeing things from a different perspective. what i miss most are the people. my family. time to think. time to stop.

feeling at home is to be around people that are at the same place in life. may have different goals, but the same understanding. sometimes it can be timing. a coincidence.

setting: the hideout
appropriate: very
two nights ago i walked into a room and saw the work of a man that i identified with. something about his work was magnetic. his person even more so. selfishly, i felt that he'd designed each piece for me. i drew toilets throughout europe. he made shadowboxes of bathrooms. various toilets. there were a few others. two called to me. one a prisoner, reaching out from his cell with a wrapped present in his hand. the other call was stronger. a glass jar with a black top. inside a twig as a tree. a bear. railroad tracks. a church with a bent steeple. some straw. snow. the piece is called town of 500. i bought a cd too--that tells the story, or rather one version of the story of the scene. i decided it is up to me to decide what i think is actually happening.

so far the bear is a symbol of strength. the tracks show no beginning and no end. just the present. there is calm and isolation but a mystery to be solved. the light it sheds is one of the most beautiful things i have ever seen. ever.