Tonight where I am, the sky is different. It’s strange being back in a place that was always more familiar than I had thought it to be, and with the kind of atmosphere that knows and almost seems to be a part of your own particulate matter, given the fact that you’ve been around it, for some time. Time and sharing. Time and getting-to-know. Time and becoming known. These are the things I am thinking, looking up and out. What is kismuth about if it’s not wandering, wondering? I think when it’s doing neither, kismuth is… home.

Thank you for reading, this far. The new chapters are next.

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December 22, 2019