IS THERE SOME PLACE LIKE HOME?
The summer of long (neé love) is dragging on. We're still here, however improbable it is to call something so unfamiliar 'here'. But that's life - the world we came into is ever-receding, and we're left to erect new landmarks (but heaven forbid, statues! - up-to-the-minutemen ed.) along the horizon as we increasingly lose ourselves in it. Some folks make their mark and then move on. Not good ol' Drag City. The marks made by... (read more)