24 May 2022

Fortune has turned into hostility, mine and this city’s, this town’s, this hamlet’s. Does it remind me of the failings in my own hometown, that original mid-sized sin? Does it not bow to meet my metropolitan whims? Does it leave me an outsider, question unanswered?

A blue tourist binocular sits out of focus in the foreground, steadied by a hand, while the top of a little lighthouse peeks out above it.

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