@ home

Everything empties out.
There is almost no image left.

I was first living in the Landscape.
Then I felt that I had to move to my Hometown.

Then I was adopted to my Hometown.
I worked there.

Then life took me back to the Landscape.
I started to work in the Landscape.

I organised a lecture in the Landscape.
First at a location.
Then just at the latest moment, it became another location.
I started to accept the Landscape as it was.

Then I had to work somewhere else - not in the Landscape nor in my Hometown.

Then I was again drawn back to my Hometown.
Not because I wanted it, but because I had to work there again
in something new/else.

Then I also had work in my hometown, while I was talking about a new working
space in the Landscape. Then I suddenly did my work in my hometown, which
also made me realise, one doesn't need a working space.

I also visited some places in the neighbourhood of my Hometown,
to figure out....because there was a house at rent,
but they looked exactly like a copy of the location in the Landscape.

Then life took me back again into the Landscape,
not being able to work in my Hometown.

Back in the Landscape, which has become my Hometown along the way,
I wonder: Where is my Home?

Maybe the idea about a Hometown, or about a Welcome Home is more empty
than the idea of a Home, or a feeling of being at home.

Maybe feeling at home is some sort of a desire, created by our brains,
which must be emptied out....

Maybe homesickness is a deviation.
Maybe there is no place like home, I mean 'no place' at all.

If there is no place at all, where do all the flowers grow?

Godaya