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.
Thats 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?