H.O.M.E
Where or what it is, may not be the same thing
How can I think of a Home, when this world feels so full of variables, when each step can be in the wrong direction, a path which will lead you away from the very thing you yearn for.
Onward we all go, day in and day out. We each resume our place in the consumer machine, checking off boxes, living as statistics in someone's large excel sheet of data.
My home? My life? My thoughts? Are they even mine? Do I want these things, or am I just told I do. Has any thought of mine ever been original, or just pre-planned by a society full of norms and predesigned conceptual notions.
Endlessly, I search, I wander, I look for this place called "Home". I wonder if I'll ever find it, and have the ability to rest. Will I ever reach the point of original thought and action, where my belongings are truly mine, and have a place to sit alongside me?
About the Creator
Lawrence Epstein
Originally from New York, and have been living in Los Angeles for 16 years now.
Enthusiastic coffee drinker, and eater of pizza and bagels. I am sarcastic, and cynical at times.
I've had a strange life so far, and intend on writing about it.
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