The Way Back
you can never go home
I’m standing in my childhood bedroom, but I am not a child.
The room is familiar, like suddenly seeing the face of someone who’s been dead a while. I recognize it, but I’ve been reca…
I’m standing in my childhood bedroom, but I am not a child.
The room is familiar, like suddenly seeing the face of someone who’s been dead a while. I recognize it, but I’ve been reca…
