I’m writing this in an empty room. There’s no lighting but the early morning cotton candy sky, and books and recording equipment splayed about the floor.
Yesterday, this entire apartment was empty. Now, it contains all of my belongings. I live here now.
I woke up at 6am this morning and my first thought was where the fuck am I?
Home, I answered. It’s a good place. It’s a good day…
It all seems so very arbitrary. I applied for a job at this company because they were hiring. I took a desk at the back because it was empty. But no matter how to get there or where you end up, human beings have this miraculous gift of making that place their home. Creed Bratton