Anonymous murmured: Do you ever wonder what your followers are like?
Yes I do. There are actually quite a number of you now, and you are all so quiet. Maybe you could tell me things? x
Anonymous murmured: are you happy?
That is a very big question.
I believe happiness isn’t a single state that you reach and remain there. Happiness is an extreme, and no one can maintain an extreme emotion for long. Instead I am searching for a certain contentment - a calming, a stillness, an excitement, finding pleasure in life, holding onto love, a satisfaction, a sense of place, feeling at home in your skin. All those things take time, and I am still learning, but I am sure I am heading in the right direction. x
Anonymous murmured: how many people that you know in real life do you follow on tumblr? xox
A few people. x
Your first time out of the country
of your own skin, I didn’t bring a map.
You always hated that I’d been lucky
enough to pick my way through streets
I couldn’t pronounce to find cathedrals,
graveyards. If you were a city, you said,
I’d only like to know your suburbs.
If you were a city, I said, I’d like to know
your poor neighborhoods, your inner parts.
Read your graffiti. Drink your tap water.
Feel your smog and dirt stick to my sweat.
Hear your orchestra of sirens and gunshots.
I’d know which of your streets to walk.
If you were a city, I’d expect to be robbed.
