I’ve seen these signs before, I know every store front along the way at least for two miles north. It used to be opposite. that wanderlust is now just an exit and the moderate hum of the backdrop stays. I guess that’s how it goes. We search for stability and then we never truly know what’s beyond the neighborhood. We’ll just assume the same, it’s graffiti and trash cans and places to play, nothing more, nothing less. But it could rightfully be, there’s so much more to this colony, we’re just held back by time and stress. And these screens don’t match up to overwhelming fascination. And these hybrid feelings don’t give into permanent intention. I guess that’s how it goes. We search a moment and then we’ll never truly know what’s beyond the neighborhood I’ve seen these signs before. Maybe I’ll venture off again one day but not tonight. When it becomes last call we’ll hang by the fire in your backyard. We don’t feel like going home.