I'm A Dilettante By Temperament. I Don't

There Is A Point In Fighting. There Is A Point In Struggle. Not Wholesale Revolution, Maybe, That Might Not Be Possible, An Absolutely Just Society, But There Are Plenty Of Spaces And Places Where It's Worth Putting Up A Fight.

I Have Two Homes, Like Someone Who Leaves Their Hometown And/or Parents And Then Establishes A Life Elsewhere. They Might Say That They're Going Home When They Return To See Old Friends Or Parents, But Then They Go Home As Well When They Go To Where They Live Now. Sarajevo Is Home, Chicago Is Home.

Lord, Why Did You Leave Me In These Woods?

Where Can You Go From Nowhere, Except Deeper Into Nowhere?

There Is A Logic [to My Reading], But I Can't Define It. I Like Reading Impulsively. I Collect Books, I Have A Lot Of Them, But Most Of Them I Have Not Read Yet. I'll Read Them When They Call Me From The Shelf.