Yesterday's blog really happened, but is allegorical too. The name of the street "Home Lane" is real. So is Pearl. I parked there. From 22nd to 37th is about college age to the beginning of a loss.
Being parked on a treasure (pearl). Wandering from there. When a homeless person says, "You're one of us, bruh", he is saying, "You are homeless too." Stumbling on art. Painting. Finding a home street there. Getting some advice from wise people. Hating Houston. Finding home again here.
I'm constantly looking at everything like this. This one was just so overt, I thought I'd let you in on it. For me, this is the more real life. It's the intertwining of things in stories. I long for people who see it the same way. Unfortunately, sometimes it's very depressing. I'll save what depression feels like for some other post. Right now I am busy remodeling the kitchen. The sink is in the driveway. I'm going.
1 comment:
Oh, man - did you go! Our entire kitchen is ripped out and the garage is cleaned up!
I don't understand "the beginning of a loss".
It's good to have you home...wherever our home ends up being. ;-)
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