Where do I stand when I exercise an inward reflection? I sit and ponder because something has been nagging at me in Dallas. I’ve been having bad dreams with long, narrative stretches. I have woken early, unsure of their reality, and beset by their visceral nature.
Dallas is uneasy. The Downtown area has large empty buildings and a large vagrancy problems. The 7-11s are bright and disturbing. None of us feel safe walking anywhere. Nor is the city designed for walking.
There is something I need to do and a sense of homesickness that manifests itself as a keening distate at the size and vulgarity of certain things. But it’s not a fair judgement and it isn’t even based on very much evidence.
I sit and feel the fretful energies of childhood anxiety beat out their unearthly half-life.