This view is so embedded in my brain. Waiting on the bus, going home but wishing I could stay, wishing that I belonged as much as I felt I did. I love this city and miss it more than I ever would have thought.
oh peterborough! oh my old home, twice removed, now that i have just settled in a new home - which is best described as a little closet with a cot sandwiched between the photography archives and the video collection at the museum of romani culture, brno, czech republic. the nice weather here only increases the weight with which peterborough presses upon my mind. i want a skinny dip in the otonabee, a pint on the only patio, and several passionate conversations with good folks about the pitfalls of anarchism, the ironies of love, and how best to plant your tomatoes…http://www.sofawned.com/2012/06/on-feeling-small.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed: SoFawned (So Fawned)&utm_content=Google Reader