permanency is a facade - by nancy - general zuo's chicken

going back to my hometown in the east bay makes me really uncomfortable. the culdesac i grew up in has the same manicured trees, my childhood friends live in their same childhood homes and inbreed among the same pool of monoculture people. my mom goes to the same gym everyday and gossips with the same friends' parents. every time i come home she recites the same set of questions to try to fast-forward my life. driving through suburbia and seeing the same infinite scrolling of kohl's, mcdonald's, starbucks, and walmart makes me feel like i'm stuck in a time loop. it reminds me of how uninspiring my childhood was and how desperately i turned to the games as a refuge for stimulation. traveling and seeing the world has always felt like making up for the childhood i didn't have. it's impossible to space out feeling the thunderous crash of niagara falls, chase the edges of the fog in the san francisco bay, or trace back the early doodles of an artist who started scribbling the same way as me

going back to my hometown in the east bay makes me really uncomfortable. the culdesac i grew up in has the same manicured trees, my childhood friends live in their same childhood homes and inbreed among the same pool of monoculture people. my mom goes to the same gym everyday and gossips with the same friends' parents. every time i come home she recites the same set of questions to try to fast-forward my life. driving through suburbia and seeing the same infinite scrolling of kohl's, mcdonald's, starbucks, and walmart makes me feel like i'm stuck in a time loop. it reminds me of how uninspirin