Nest
◊ I need to go home. I don't know where home is, but I know it's not where I live. Home might be two years ago at my old place, at the address that I still start writing on forms before the inner animal remembers I don't live there any more. Home might be my own house several months ago. It might even be the parts of the City I've claimed for my own. Whereever and whenever it is, it's not here.
But I've found a fleabag motel in the café, with cigarettes and French roast for a door mat.