I once thought there would be adventures or I’d lay numbless and soft to the core in some loft apartment with rent racking up waiting for the inevitable to go back home. Accepting home is home and any ordinance to move elsewhere, the universe with title fight against me at. A vortex of lonely wanderers in this state with vague culture. My hometown coastal roots say elsewise and on the other coast I don’t know what is more transparent. I was so early, now I’m late.