Every parent is at some time the father of the unreturned prodigal with nothing to do but keep his house open to hope.
What has any poet to trust more than the feel of the thing? Theory concerns...
To me I'm just a regular person going to the mall with friends and now I'm...
In principle if I could not have a home I wouldn't. But not having a home would be too difficult procedurally going from hotel to hotel the gap of three hours where you're hungry and tired.
