El Paso back to me

Coming back home I feel a bit disoriented, all of my robotic memory is kicking in as I assimilate back into the “world”. Everywhere I walk is as if I was on a runway, everyone around me so concerned with their hair, glasses, makeup, shirt, blouse, belt, buckle, pants, skirt, shorts, shoes, flip flops, and socks. Even food has lost its appeal here, I used to love it but now I’m distancing myself from it. I know too much now and too much to want to go back. Barrow has changed me a lot; I am motivated for different things now and view all in another light. Everywhere I go somewhere; I always bring something back to with me, always changing never the same. I am always looking to hear something new from people, every opinion unique and every encounter new.