There’s a place you would go when you were young where you gave yourself permission to sit and think, to ruminate, to be lonely, brave, play, love, weep.To behave in a way you may not have in the rest of the world. It gave you strength and peace. Recalling the memory of this place stirs you. It is far away. It may be gone and you may never return.It is more than just your favorite place. It inspires a homesickness, a fondness. We remember or return to these places in our mind out of instinct.
Querencias is up now at the Boxcar in Chicago