No home comforts? Do you come from a world of cacti?
[He's spoken to people who prefer their situation here to the one they came from, and understandably so. But still, there are things to miss. Prior himself can't manage much nostalgia for his empty apartment: the bloodstains he couldn't get out. All the places where Louis used to be and isn't.
But the city he misses. The park. The quality of the light. Times Square neon and the clubs he used to frequent, their windows papered with posters for the latest protest against being shut down.
He misses home, the parts of it that make up the fibres of him.]
The strangest thing in this world is how we all find it strange in different ways, I think. But we can learn about it together.
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[He's spoken to people who prefer their situation here to the one they came from, and understandably so. But still, there are things to miss. Prior himself can't manage much nostalgia for his empty apartment: the bloodstains he couldn't get out. All the places where Louis used to be and isn't.
But the city he misses. The park. The quality of the light. Times Square neon and the clubs he used to frequent, their windows papered with posters for the latest protest against being shut down.
He misses home, the parts of it that make up the fibres of him.]
The strangest thing in this world is how we all find it strange in different ways, I think. But we can learn about it together.