i romanticise home
the concept of home
and the lack thereof

do you miss singing?
running? climbing?
bare footed dancing in the rain?

do you miss cultural expansiveness?
open markets?
ma la tang? lamb kabobs?
fashion? anonymity?

my first freedom: car.
home: car was(is?) an allowance of my choice of personhood.
here: anonymity is the allowance of my choice of personhood.
here car is:
-  person, victim of transportation injustice,
  stuck in a positive feedback loop [car to get
  to job, job to pay for car] that makes the car a
  necessity
-  machine made by climate criminals, an
  object that personifies their ecologically grim
  themed hedonism and thus ensures
  environmental injustice for both human and
  non-human

will i miss Sydney for the opportunity of consumption or for the lack of needing consumption to be myself?