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How strange it is to be a transient returning home. In many ways it’s easy to recall the little lake town. The trip is like stepping into a machine and traveling years into the past to find nothing’s changed in the intervening time.

 

Entering a plane made of the future that I would have existed in, and my past life that dwells here, I start to notice the differences. Drifting through the rural arena triggers a vivid anamnesis I thought would never appear again. The uncanny presents itself where an encounter with these psychogeographic shifts is felt.