One Way Forward in anticlimatic

Life feels like this odd journey away from home on a one-way highway. Dense traffic. Some cars race past. Some linger nearby long enough to take them for granted. But always this feeling of “home” getting further and further away. Not home like a house. Home like a world. A community, thinning and regenerating from the bottom, from depths unreachable in the children and cultures tossing you and your pet corpses aside without regard.