wrong bumblebee

chica. this bumblebee is too cute/too domestic/too cheesy. your bumblebee image is that of being "mad".

i just wanted to say, no matter how, you can't deny your "connection" to carrboro road. that's what you have built by now w/ nights of wine, community lunches (??!), crazy parties, and walking on franklin st. every place starts as a "non-place." for marc auge, there could be particular non-places in this hyper-modernity such as metro and airport. these days, i think thinking about place and non-place should become more complicated with temporality. Example? for me, even "home" sometimes feels like a "non-place." place becomes non-place, and non-place becomes a place. i think this is the spatial paradox in the everyday life.

i'm too tired. i have been back and forth between the city and this new neighorhood. i do not feel comfortably home in either place. and this is very tiring. porca pu-ta-na!