29 March 2025 - On fludity of home.
Some transcripts and findings in talking to friends:
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The fresh poured asphalt concrete mixed with newly-cut grass.
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A taste of humidity. A mouldy taste of the rain, when it’s wet in the air. Then the sun hits. That’s the feeling of home for me.
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A 50-50 home. The food my grandparents would cook. Multiplicity of home.
- “Home” of websites
- A wet painting that I’m scared to touch, the memory is so real to me yet home is so fake
- To connect to your childhood friends, a natural chemistry
- Where is home for immigrants?
- When I fight with my sibilings.