Saturday, 5 September 2009
Let us for a moment together calculate the number of places my presence has accused of being home. Ha, to think of the structures bound into the word home! To self-serve, to line up false histories and knock them down with disregard for the memories of others - that place called home! Such a word! What else indicates a spectrum diverse, moving from directions in which sleep lay or loose collections of family, through fading career ambition and embarrassing geographic fatalism to a later, and perhaps inevitable, benevolent, self-serving programme of friend adoption. What else allows such brazen lies to unfurl as the word home?