tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23631803.post3545352986224817038..comments2024-03-26T23:49:37.130-05:00Comments on detritus.: the malady of the quotidiansuttonhoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292408097588177380noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23631803.post-72872377891821713772007-04-13T19:58:00.000-05:002007-04-13T19:58:00.000-05:00thanks, man.thanks, man.suttonhoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17292408097588177380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23631803.post-20911264890802848712007-04-13T19:49:00.000-05:002007-04-13T19:49:00.000-05:00hmm...i really relate to the poem well. it mostly ...hmm...i really relate to the poem well. it mostly makes me think of my years in san francisco. once after a relationship breakup and being away from it, i returned to find it like a photo album and record of events in each corner, each place with a person missing. it changed my perception of it.<BR/><BR/>i really appreciate the kind of things that catch your attention. i appreciate the things you ponder.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03034223678731890357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23631803.post-5393833557375054022007-04-10T11:49:00.000-05:002007-04-10T11:49:00.000-05:00you guys are the best. thank you.you guys are the best. <BR/><BR/>thank you.suttonhoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17292408097588177380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23631803.post-41591171596102462662007-04-10T11:29:00.000-05:002007-04-10T11:29:00.000-05:00Wow I can so relate to this post. my parents keep...Wow I can so relate to this post. my parents keep moving around and all feeling of home and belonging there has been lost to me for years and years.<BR/><BR/>This city that I've lived in for 7 years, well I still feel like a tourist but I don't want to leave.<BR/><BR/>Some places and people even, take me to times in the same way, leaving me wondering the same things. Some places are very hard to return to, some people are very hard to see again.<BR/><BR/>Being made into a chump stole a very idon'tknowwhat part of me and my life and it feels like it stole years and years. I too wonder where I am and less and less 'how did I get here'.<BR/><BR/>When I run into an old ghost like that, they usually don't notice but my behaviour is enough to have others stare or get uncomfortable. Usually I can't get rid of the melancholy and eventually it's embarrassing beyond words.<BR/><BR/>I love your blog.Lolabola*https://www.blogger.com/profile/05963109907514760086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23631803.post-55919267405528607112007-04-10T10:22:00.000-05:002007-04-10T10:22:00.000-05:00See. This right here is why I nominated you for a...See. This right here is why I nominated you for a bloggers choice award (two categories: best blog about stuff, best photography blog). You passed the vetting process by the way. I had to nominate you as Suttonhoo.blogspot.com, because they just wouldn't let me change the name from the url. Sorry about that.<BR/><BR/>Your stories get me going, your pictures take me someplace new. Every. single. time.<BR/><BR/>As someone who has felt adrift for the last year, I really relate to this. But I also know with certainty that if I moved from here, this place that isn't quite home yet, I'd miss it, and it would become home to me then. I'm trying to skip that whole moving part, and let this place settle into me.<BR/><BR/>Again. Beautiful post about longing, home and connection. Congratulations on all of it!anniemcqhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04321843578386603574noreply@blogger.com