The comfort of coming home offset with the fear that it is no longer home. That either you or it has changed. Or that this is just an approximation and you are lost still. Which would be worse? To be home or to be not home, never home? It might depend on who you travel with. Maybe home is internal anyway, in such a strange multiverse of possibility, maybe home is just the pretend point of existence you embody in this moment. Go to https://strangetextures.com for all the details and to buy music and merchandise. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.