day 218 || in pale grey light

—and in a sense without a true flow of sequential words. Spent the day filling out forms, looking for new work, staring long at online applications and data, looking for a comfortable fit with various schools in and surrounding Houston.

—the same sensation when trying on clothes at a GoodWill Store: you never know the full history of your surroundings or past stories of those who wore a checkered shirt with an oversized collar, or the number 12 retro-penny-loafers which fit rather snug, yet with a strangely familiar embrace. We contain within ourselves the past lives, secret evasions of our families.

We are desperate to become the person we thought we were. We are desperate to return home to a source of ourselves.