Though there’s a sense that one can only return with more than when one left. Be it feats, be it wisdom. Be it money, be it love. With little to show, and little to gain, instinct says run further. For when you’re facing a challenge, you needn’t face yourself.
But it’s not through desire, and it’s not through longing. Maybe it’ll be disillusionment, maybe it’ll be economic disenfranchisement. Maybe it’ll be the need to build, or the need to change. Maybe it’ll be a call to face the past.
All the places I’ve lived seem distant, as if they were lots of mini-lives lived back-to-back. Edinburgh is the furthest of them all, and seems to represent the greatest fall. But if there’s nothing for me anywhere, why not there.
I’ll start with the ending. The bottom line is that we all define ourselves by our associations. Political, perhaps. Personal, for sure. Supernatural, for those who partake. And I think, also, amongst…