Home is where you discover yourself..again and again.
My eyes drink in the beauty of every fleeting moment. Observing and analyzing. It's good to be back.
Now for the metaphors.
# There is a swarm of mosquitoes here, fighting and clasping over, what looks to me, air. Just plain,simple air. Yet they crowd over this cramped portion. There's plenty of space around here, it's a fucking rooftop. But they're going round and round over that one spot. Is their goal non-existent? Or is it just invisible to me?
It's a good thing they aren't bothering me though ;)