tentative steps

I didn't think it would end like this, with paranoid silence followed by a rush of activity to flee the place that I lived longer than anywhere else in my life. Democracy protests that seemed so doomed, yet brave, descended into violent oppression. Police turning into oppressors overnight.

So now, a new place and a new life but still so much to say about the other side. Thoughts still finding their way out. 

I'm back. I think?