It never really felt much like home again.
It never really felt much like home again. The sun-kissed meadows of my youth were now replaced by a tawdry and vulgar juxtaposition of discount furniture stores, blaring neon 24-hour checks cashed signs, and eldritch lofts hastily adorned with skeuomorphic Victorian-era window panes sometimes doubling as psychic’s offices.
Where the ferns once blossomed now sits a ghastly array of pastel-colored houses with no windows, overgrown gardens with no flowers, and sinuous dusty streets endlessly teeming with decrepit cafes emanating sounds of droll laughter from patrons with no bodies. But I still had her.
Art: Justyna Kopania