so it goes….

a post to wait until… watching “My Life as a Dog” in the Hamburg Airport. waiting for a flight. to the USA. Whatever that place has become, becomes
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after so many conversations, convocations, dialogues. much to digest and reflect upon realized, starkly, that the US is no place for my professional or creative activities. how does this come to be? it’s merely a demonstration of the mis-match between my sensibilities and the social system, or is it a systemic problem? and, if it is systemic — is there anything to be done about it?