Einkaufszentrum
Nothing
in the life department. Next floor menswear. Call home to die in the
memory of being born. The folk that remained did nothing. The wise
returned with an idea, which enriched the land. Birthplace is the only
heirloom I have. Forget the future fund. Forget the farm. Without the
black sheep desire of walking off into poverty or looking into the prose
of Hegel or the poetry of Rimbaud and seeing something to imitate, I
would never have left.