Specializing in America

The longer I look at the situation the more I realize how ill-equipped I am to understand it.

The more thinking I do about it, it seems I always come to the place that I will eventually only know what I don’t know.

The present is incomparable as is the past. I would like to believe in the future and make some sort of investment in it, but all signs point otherwise.

When I think about going somewhere else there’s nowhere else I can think of to go, believing I’d be unwelcome anywhere else, having come from America.

My imagination is no longer democratic; instead it dwindles almost to the point of its disappearance, finally hung in the baggage claim area with a hole in its head, having been mistaken as a human being.

Baggage claim area, Amtrak station, Reno, Nevada, March 2025. Photo by author.