19 July 2009

19 July 2009

Days like these remind me of just how much I feel like I don't belong here. I know that my attitude is reminiscent of that of my father but somehow I've chosen to hold to it as if it were my own. I can't stand being surrounded by so much willful mediocrity. The town, its buildings, its infrastructure, its people, are in utter disrepair, yet they go on about their lives as though this were the epitome of Americana, the dreams of their forefathers somehow fulfilled by the duct tape that holds together their second and third hand trailers and the dead cars that line their unpaved driveways.

Yet I envy them. They know what it is to have a home.