{"id":662,"date":"2014-03-05T12:00:43","date_gmt":"2014-03-05T19:00:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.winter-publishing.com\/?p=662"},"modified":"2014-02-15T18:43:28","modified_gmt":"2014-02-16T01:43:28","slug":"home","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/winter-publishing.com\/welcome-to-winter\/2014\/03\/05\/home\/","title":{"rendered":"Home"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There\u2019s this place I go sometimes. I have told people about it but never brought anyone there. They don\u2019t understand it. They don\u2019t know it as well as I do.<\/p>\n<p>And I don\u2019t want them to ruin it.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s the place I go where the music blares in my ears and the words from others are muted under the music\u2019s hard foot.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s called Home.<\/p>\n<p>Home is with music at every step. Music without words. Home wouldn\u2019t want to distract you from what is going on with meaningless words.<\/p>\n<p>Home is filled with violence and love and death. Sometimes it is filled with menace and cruelty. Sometimes it is full of blood.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes happiness abounds.<\/p>\n<p>Here I am not myself. At Home I cannot move my own limbs and I cannot always speak. All I do is watch. I watch other people at Home. I watch them fight and rage war against each other. I watch them struggle to find themselves and struggle against each other. I cry when they die.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes I find my voice and shout at them. They do not listen. They cannot hear me.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes people ask about my Home. They ask how I do what I do. I tell them I don\u2019t do anything.<\/p>\n<p>I just sit and stare.<\/p>\n<p>They always look at me a little weird. But they\u2019ve never been there and they <i>will<\/i> never be there. So I suppose that\u2019s all right.<\/p>\n<p>I tell people about those I watch at Home. They smile and laugh.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut you created them,\u201d they say. I shrug.<\/p>\n<p>I did not create them. But they cannot know that.<\/p>\n<p>Someone asked me once what I love. They asked me what makes me tick. I told them I live and breathe to be at Home. They arched a brow and looked me over.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBecause Home\u2026It is everything I wish to be and everything I hate. It is all that I love and loath, all that I desire to be changed and all that cannot be changed. It is full of love I cannot have and is bleeding with death. It is full of people I care about and people I wish would end.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt is full of me. Writing\u2026It is full of me.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There\u2019s this place I go sometimes. I have told people about it but never brought anyone there. They don\u2019t understand it. They don\u2019t know it as well as I do. And I don\u2019t want them to ruin it. It\u2019s the place I go where the music blares in my ears&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":[]},"categories":[5],"tags":[26,72,129,130,16,19,12,68,132,69,60,97,37],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s27tjX-home","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/winter-publishing.com\/welcome-to-winter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/662"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/winter-publishing.com\/welcome-to-winter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/winter-publishing.com\/welcome-to-winter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/winter-publishing.com\/welcome-to-winter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/winter-publishing.com\/welcome-to-winter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=662"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/winter-publishing.com\/welcome-to-winter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/662\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":663,"href":"https:\/\/winter-publishing.com\/welcome-to-winter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/662\/revisions\/663"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/winter-publishing.com\/welcome-to-winter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=662"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/winter-publishing.com\/welcome-to-winter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=662"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/winter-publishing.com\/welcome-to-winter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=662"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}