Sometime this city is a confusing place to live. There is so much freedom; freedom bordering on anarchy. Sometimes I think of Tucson as full of decadent bohemians. Sometimes I think of it as a place of wandering souls. Sometimes I think of it as an axis of great pain; the kind of pain that pulses and won't sleep. Like a tattoo. The kind of pain where the needle enters under the skin over and over again to leave its ink. The kind of pain that you ask for. You pay for these manageable battle scars.
Well put. Tucson pulls at my heart so often. I think of moving back there after grad school quite often. There is some painful memories but somehow it is the kind of place that makes you want to face your pain.
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