its better there then here, the reception. but we operate okay without it. we walk when the signs tell us, hide under umbrellas in the afternoon, and dance to music we smuggled in. i don't speak homesick. not yet. maybe there will be a day when i want a chicago style hot dog or a bar with dirt on the floor. but right now i am making moving pictures and the only thing that scares me is not doing that anymore. perhaps i can make something artistically awesome out of all the complications. like naming a baby "caesarean section". i see in numbers sometimes, but mostly images. i'm hanging from a wire, just like everybody else. i believe in the world. we who are in it, have a right and a responsibility to be ourselves.
this is the digital age. but we are poets nonetheless. let's never forget that.
Photo by Sadie Whitehead. Words by Dustin Whitehead
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