(non)local
When I was a kid I would mentally shrink myself down so that every small thing on the ground seemed huge. The familiar, freshly laid white caliche on dark black soil, antlion traps and desert termite tubes always looked like they corresponded to a harsh geology of a sterile planet, the pockmark craters on some asteroid and maybe even the above ground tunnel dwellings of an alien race somewhere faraway. After decades away, I returned back to my hometown and in a few bars over a few nights, more than a couple of strangers asked where I was visiting from, wouldn’t believe I was from around here, even that I didn’t seem like I belonged and “wouldn’t stay”. No longer a local boy dreaming of far off landscapes, I had inverted my reality through the wormhole and was now an alien in my hometown. “(non)local” is a nod to nonlocal consciousness, mental links we have to each other at a distance, perhaps including ourselves across time and place.
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