I think the only words that can properly express how I am feeling this week is I feel like a houseplant. I feel like my roots have been ripped out of the cool, moist earth and crammed into a crappy plastic bucket with dry mealy dirt and stuck on someone's coffee table.
I am working on a piece of writing quite steadily summarizing the full events of my Ontario experience, the way that the province chewed me up and spat me back to the Maritimes. I should have it online soon.
Sigh.




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