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Friday, September 26, 2003 - | ||||||||||
It is not whether I belong today,
It is whether I can be taken, or told to leave from this pace. It has been in my life that I have had my temporary places in the world. I just don’t have my place in the world. I wonder where my specific place is. Where is it, where is it? Does my place depend on whether I piss someone off? Every time I have had to leave my place it’s because someone got mad. Whether it is my place to live, or even my place to stand. My place in line is different than the place I live, because my life is not a line. If I live somewhere, and the housemaster gets mad will I be told to leave again? Do I have a permanent place in the world? Do I want a permanent place in the world? Is my life more full, if I can share as many places in the world as is possible? Is everywhere I go just a vacation spot? - somewhere to stay for a while and then leave when I’ve seen the sights. |
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