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January 5, 2019
I havenít kept track of my waking thoughts these days, with the heat time drifts past unnoticed, yet my dreams, populated with images and people, with places I only see when I dream, have been vivid and disturbing. A sentimental attraction draws my conscious thoughts; this place is filled with love, regret, hope, life: this is my home. I move around easily, I know where roads lead, what I will see around the next bend, and as I walk, I think about when I was here last. Located in a context I cannot find awake; I wish to live here.