In response to Chiara's I am losing you
I come home, and look at my house. It is filled with so much stuff. When did i get here? I the gypsy soul, whose sole purpose of existence was to leave familiarity everytime it hit home, leave unnoticed, undetected, like i have never existed, or mattered, whether i came or was gone. I never wanted to own anything more than 3 suitcases which would barely fit into my extremely fuel-efficient but tiny car.
I am slowly becoming my parents. Yesterday, i found myself thinking about buying a condo. A condo, meeeeee? How utterly unlike my restless gypsy soul..
I look at the mirror, and i cry.. I am losing you.. I am losing you.. My America of my childhood, of my dreams, of my future bright, the land of freedom, the land of just and fair, the land of freedom of expression, of personal liberty, of beautiful people, of courageous men and women, I am losing you..And i don't know where to go and look for you anymore..For we have become a nation of blood thirsty morons.