I’ve heard it said that “home is where you lay your head.”
As a single person living in this megalopolis, I can tell you this is not true. Head-laying is an almost arbitrary action, and, if you’re lucky enough to get – or share – a pillow, it acts as a constant reminder that it is not your own. It is an easy way to become a foreigner in your own city, in your own skin.
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