Stasis, utter isolation, stifling monotony, day in and day out. The lonely nature of staying still and digging in never seems to quite relent. But what of leaving? A drive 10 miles out of town, train rides towards excitement, and a flight to a new life.
Stress, destinations waiting, nauseating speeds, arrival and departure. The tedious nature of getting from and arriving to never seems to quite relent. But what of instant relocations? Breakfast in Berlin, a quick excursion in Mozambique, and a cozy cabin in Quebec for an afternoon nap.
Stateless, never home, rootless anxiety, new and newer. The invisible nature of moving and endless beginnings never seems to quite relent. But what of staying still? A house with a stable family, paths well traveled, an expected ending.
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