There’s no place like home—and no returning to it.
A hometown is a place left behind. There are the famous ones: the Garden of Eden, Ithaca, the Shire, Mark Twain’s Hannibal. Those who have moved away carry with them stories of how good it used to be, and of how they can’t go back—not really. Sometimes the place is gone (Eden, for example), but more often, the traveler has changed too much (Odysseus, Frodo, Twain), wedged in too much living, so even in return the place feels distant. What’s
Artwork:Nebraska by Jessica Brilli
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