Views of places where I lived, 26 in 5 countries, many are unrecognizable after so many years, some don't exist anymore. Disorientation I felt when leaving, I feel when returning.
Moving between home worlds, always nearly there.
'..If you got a place like that to go
You just have to go there
If you got no place special
Well then, you just go no place special..'
(Joni Mitchell "Overture - Cotton Avenue")
I am fond of maps. I often travelled. When I left it a place became a space again, and probably a place for someone else. Some places don't exist anymore, they remain spaces. I opften found myself mapping that space, between being rooted in one place and unrooted.
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