rending ovenbird My dreams try to give back what distance has stolen, returning me again and again to the city I grew up in. Since my father’s recent brush with death, I travel nightly to my childhood home or to nearby locales. I find myself in the parking lot of the local grocery store, or pulling into the driveway of my parents’ house, or standing in my childhood bedroom, or walking the neighbourhood side streets. My mind strives towards home and the only way it can get me there is by recreating a detailed map from memories. Over and over I return to the place I want to be only to wake displaced and confused. I think this is grief, or at least grief’s cousin. It turns out you CAN be in two places at once, and the rending required hurts just as much as you might imagine. 250525 what's it to you? who go blather from