“But you taught me home was where ever my feet took me, birdsong over stockyards or Orient, fused by handshake and blood.” – YK

December 22, 2012

The Mayan calendar is over.

New Orleans, San Francisco, and even Philadelphia are in the past (and maybe the future). While I was away I thought a lot about home, trust, and all the multiple choices that bring them into reality.

Anyway. I’m back in Brooklyn. Me. My laptop. Practice questions. Between now and 2013 this blog will be more silent than usual (maybe). I’ve promised myself to forego writing essays/stories/blogposts/poems until after my exam on the 29th. I want a study break already.  Reader, please send me good music. I need it.

 

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One Response to ““But you taught me home was where ever my feet took me, birdsong over stockyards or Orient, fused by handshake and blood.” – YK”

  1. Yevcha Says:

    kick some multi-choice ass today hôneypine

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