Week 35 (August 27-02)

newspeak | looking in from the outside i can't see any difference between a home and a light and the words that we build them with; now sit tight and look—

I can only write about home as an outsider. I have never found a home. There have been many moments when I felt as if I was coming closer to this feeling. I have felt the wind whistle past the window on a train fast approaching its terminal. I have called that gush of wind that gently kisses my cheek ‘my home’. Almost in an instant, as soon as the train…