Placelessness

So what is the greater horror: the dread of getting lost in some faraway place where you know you don’t quite belong or the process of becoming domestic, of acquiring a massive mortgage to that house made of ticky tacky with the long daily commute to work, where the slow poison of regret and boredom works its way through your veins until you’ve lost even the resolve to try to escape, to live your life as you once wished?