Far Away Fires Keep On Burning

for a long time I’ve written about the home fires. the mythical place where the fire keeps burning, awaiting our homecoming, and our returning. It’s the place that we call home. the space that we create in amongst the shadows of our loved ones. in amongst the spaces where they live, and where we long to reside, we let the sparks fly and there, we make our nests, and call it home.

yup. mcglashan has a handle on home. which means he probably has a handle on far away as well. my handle on far away is you, thinking about home, and me thinking about being where you are. just because away from home, with someone else who shares home with me, seems like the best way. yup.

strangely enough, cheese, you do seem like home.

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