i want to go home. i will always want to go home. even when i am at home i want to go home. but i’m not really thinking of a place, it’s more that feeling of everything finally being over, of seeing the light in the windows of your house on a cold night, of being safe, the relief of leaving a party you’re not enjoying, like when you felt sick at school and they sent you home, or when you got upset at a sleepover and they called your parents. i want my mam to come get me. i want to go home.
remember when percy jackson turned down becoming a god in favor of making the gods claim their children before they turn 13?? percy is camp half-blood’s union representative
me: what the hell is wrong with me
brain: here’s a repressed memory that explains a lot of things
me: Well Lock It Back Up?? Did I Ask For All That????
I learned in a Latin Studies class (with a chill white dude professor) that when the Europeans first saw Aztec cities they were stunned by the grid. The Aztecs had city planning and that there was no rational lay out to European cities at the time. No organization.