Diaspora of Consciousness

Have been thinking about space, home, dwelling, diaspora. Renting space within people's lives. Temporary dwelling. Temporary trust.

The sense of place. Of home. Emotional attachment to home. Assessing movement within negative space. Thick liquid settling around nameless shapes of domestic debris.

Biomorphic ghosts. A diaphanous veil hovering in and around us. The closed eyes of a past, dressed in a present-tense lie.

The second definition to 'dwell' (dictionary.com) is particularly interesting:
to live or continue in a given condition or state

"We get a sense of dwelling as infusing our being into a particular space." (http://everything2.com/index.pl?node_id=1253673)

I remember writing an essay in college about how the idea of 'home' for me always resided in the past. While for many home is not necessarily tied to temporal constraints (i.e. home is where you make it), for me it was rooted in a distant past, only inhabited by my memories and nocturnal dreams. It became a place where I wasn't.



"Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home." -Matsuo Basho