To Be Called Home

Knowing Present

Dispersed and quarantined we confine ourselves to nothing but our experiences. Interfaces extend us further to learn about what we did not know the day before. We browse websites and social media and consume podcasts and books and one another. Digital interfaces create virtual bridges between us. We listen to an emptiness in our bodies for what was left in yesterday's. We wish to share, to contribute, to reach, from point a, to everything. So we we reblog, and retweet, and forward, and subscribe: joy, horror, pain, guilt, humor, irony, anger, love. We feel loneliness even in the company of others. We know of hurting one another. We know it doesn't have to be this way. We feel longing for homes even while what we know is to be called home. We know this will not be forever.

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