Where does the time go? How did things get to be this way?
Detroit is unique. Unique in a way that I can’t explain yet. It’s prideful…and self-deprecating. It’s committed…and tuned-out. It’s hopeful, but it’s lost all hope. They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions, so what happens when you get there?
Overwhelmed and open to understanding this place, we Mer’s went our separate ways, bound only by our own fears and perceptions of people and places. We walked, we spoke, we rode a train to nowhere, we listened, we tasted…damn good tacos, we were surprised, we played horseshoes, we watched it unfold, we lost it all. But at least we did it.
-Jory
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