...throat stuck in a thought and working it out through tartar vocalizing by myself in a whole foods cafe surrounded by screens of football, live, but none of them are here and people around but none i know and the prison cell bars are before them and me, even as we walk past each other socially distanced because the pandemic is a psychology of property and individuation has been my rebel response until i realized i was only regurgitating the way of the -ism of the mono-crop culture... i'm a gmo'd corn gone wild and still stuck on the pathetic shelves of a supermarket, progressing from city to suburb to now not where the hell to go or if there is a go and i get why know you left and step to his eyes on panama...
...sludged through fishtown earlier, wondering if this was the place to mark an x and call home and it's become dizzying - this search for place to belong to - some people just move and it's okay - but i carry dreams of tribe with me... my moves have to be measured cause they mostly haven't and time is running out...
...what i can tell you about fishtown is that there are things to do... that there are people around... there are institutions that offer culture, woodshops and reuse centers, where policy and industry are considered... where the earth is factored into reshaping the landscape... unlike this middle class suburb where people who sought comfort find comfort in not having to think about things, so long as they are safe and they are healthy and their kids are in good schools... i think...
...mt airy has more of a past that is present... a more thoughtful family crowd moving in, people who want coops to shop from and cafes but also community...
...where is there community?... where is my community?...
...if i had to choose - fishtown offers stuff - things to do - opportunities to be relevant in the work i do... traffic would be a possible issue, and it would be the city, with what comes with city...
...i am drawn to more green space these days then city, more tree lined than avenues... more cafes than restaurants... more access to national parks... i am also drawn to real community... to yoga community and in my mind it's happening - the ashram - in the depressed regions where a multi unit multi story house is affordable and can serve as a live work space... but what about a n a... and tribe?... they live next door... two houses next door to each other...
...does it matter where?... after-all whichever way you go... so long as you stay on it long enough... you are bound to get somewhere...
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