There is a place that I’ve run to.
A place of new beauty and old comforts. Although scorned in my youth, its pull has become all the greater, its purpose less hidden, as time both overpowers and embraces me.
Primed with the wisdom, the teachings, the obsessions, and, yes, the phoniness of generations past, therein dwells the very formation of my being, and the final passage towards its crowning birth.
I dip my cup