I went here and there all in one day, an endless hunt for more and have come back home. Home where the scent of steamed rice warms me from within. Home like the coughing from fresh spices sautéing in my mother’s square tiled kitchen that remains forever set in the nineties.
And you will always see me as away. Away from the heart of my heart a sole traveler not here nor there. Still.
Today.
I have arrived back home in a virtual space of my people who see me and I
See
Them
In the most authentic, free, love-filled square box in which their faces laughed back at me.
I’ve arrived home after.
Weaponless hunting and pillaging
Came home.
