The Urban Exile
Feeling like a tourist in the city in which I was born. Be prepared to be depressed.
Friday, August 9, 2024
I HAVE NOT LIVED IN MY OLD NEIGHBOURHOOD FOR ALMOST SEVEN YEARS BUT PEOPLE STILL REMEMBER ME AND MY READINGS.
Even in the new neighbourhood. Also, housemate's disability claim was approved and I picked up my big pig's ashes.
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Remembering my father and his twin sister who would have been 95 years old today.
WAS IT YESTERDAY OR TODAY I DREAMT ABOUT A NUCLEAR EXPLOSION?
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