This could be a coming to terms with the myths of a place. A personal reckoning with its weight.

But it’s not.

Not when the weight is so worn and used. And so ripe for hyperbole, pettiness, violence, and cynicism.

It’s more of a story about a woman I once knew and the promises I broke to know her.

That’s closer to the feeling I have for this place.

What could be more human

than moving on from hope to hope?

And what could be more devastating than the evidence?