totem

time is strange when looking outward. it's a new year and it doesn't feel like the seasons have changed. the view is still here. the coffee is still ethiopian. while i am not from there, ohio is still the closest place called home. i am the same, the same i've always been.

yet everything has changed. i am, in fact, from nowhere. and neither is the fox, the fox that i found in ohio. there are versions of myself inside these walls, versions of DTLA framed by the old window, all reborn every day. time is strange when looking inward. (NOV 7 2019-JAN 6 2020)

TOTEM