My other They is a Them.

No base, no trace.

Are we efficient now? Are we great again yet?

Of course there is. That's what the art of living is.

I read A Scanner Darkly years ago and it made me uncomfortable. Then I read about Dick and it made so much sense.

Hard same. It's been 25 years since I left, and whenever I encounter anyone from either Ukraine or Russia I don't reveal my origins at all. Then I overhear them talking absolute shit and I remember why I remain stealth.

Uhh, US biscuit or UK biscuit?

It's stupefying how committed people are to ignorance. Many of these perspectives persist among immigrant communities abroad, so leaving the country isn't enough. You have to leave the culture, too.

Damn girl, this one is a knockout.

Masking is a transdiagnostic* risk for this exact reason.

Every time I see someone raking leaves I get the urge to thank them profusely. I wish lawnmowers and leaf blowers would just vanish. What happened to scythes, anyway?

As a child refugee who has moved around a bunch, I completely agree. I was never inducted into community, never shown how to establish this vital component of a pleasurable life. And some part of me understands that community doesn't just appear, you have to work at it to find the people you want to be around, but how does that happen? Not in the logistical sense, that I understand how to approach, but in the relational sense. How does one begin to belong having never felt belonging in the first place?