But now I'm a citizen of this country who writes a lot about how the government actually works. I'm able to explain obscure things like how state legislation affects locality's ability to regulate their own land use. I'm capable of turning the impenetrable into narrative.
Who am I? Do I even know?
I just picked a scab by accident. I itched. I went there.
Blood smells metallic because of the iron that courses through our veins. Each human on this planet is its own micro-biome filled with entire cultures of mites and so many other creatures. I just sniffed the wound and it smells like coins. Thoughts of Lincoln, Roosevelt, Jefferson and Washington come to mind.
I wonder much about who we are, all seven and half billion of us on this planet. I seem so closed off to all but 150,000 of the planet now. I write about my local world exclusively and am not sure I'm doing enough.
What does mean to be a citizen?
I will be asking that question.
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