Home
I have thought about that word a decent amount over the years. Its meaning was so obvious when I was young.
Home seemed to be a bit of a theme with ol’ Thomas. One day I’ll actually read a damn book of his.
“You can’t go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, back home to romantic love, back home to a young man’s dreams of glory and fame, back home to exile…back home to the father you have lost and have been looking for, back home to someone who can help you, save you, ease the burden for you, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time—back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.”
Counterpoint:
“There’s nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be. It’s easy.”
