Back in February, Marie and I had a conversation (over text) about home ownership. It started when she was talking about some routine natural disaster in her area -- I don't remember if it was heavy rain or sudden snow or quite what it was. And she talked about a coworker who had been delayed getting to work by having to mop up after the crisis. Anyway, from there the discussion went on like this: ....
The poem she is referencing is this one here.
I'm not sure whether I have more to say about the subject besides this. But yes, sometimes I do miss owning a house....
The Century of the Other
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