Home: it was a phrase one used to mean four walls behind which one slept. There had never been a home.
Home. Home. Home is a house in a photograph, a pink house, pink as hollyhocks with lots of startled light.
He made me think of home—perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.
I will leave behind my terraces and walls. They will be enough. They will be more than enough.