i am a visitor.
a visitor here. a visitor to your story, a visitor to mine, a visitor to this world. a visitor of my past, a traveller to my dreamt future.
so,
i am a martian. a martian to everything. a martian to all.
hence,
i am perpetually foreign. i am consistently uncomfortably foreign.
when would i be home? i'd often wonder.
when would i stop being a collector? collecting new experiences. collecting novel items. collecting temporary resources. collecting coins. collecting grains.
when can i place a welcome mat on the floor?
Apr 3, 2024
Apr 3, 2024 at 10:14 AM UTC
i am a visitor.
a visitor here. a visitor to your story, a visitor to mine, a visitor to this world. a visitor of my past, a traveller to my dreamt future.
so,
i am a martian. a martian to everything. a martian to all.
hence,
i am perpetually foreign. i am consistently uncomfortably foreign.
when would i be home? i'd often wonder.
when would i stop being a collector? collecting new experiences. collecting novel items. collecting temporary resources. collecting coins. collecting grains.
when can i place a welcome mat on the floor?
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