Los Angeles 1940
It’s easy to get lost. Actually, historically, or metaphorically. Nietzsche says “Be Hard” (rude), “and what is done for Love is beyond Good or Evil”. That can help me get lost. They say “find your tribe”. In some ways that’s the thing that can keep you found – your tribe.
I lost my first tribe, never really fitted in anywhere. Maybe somewhere there is an imaginary tribe of those of us that don’t belong?
We could never meet. Never act like a tribe because that’s the thing that excludes us. But we’re here. I know we’re out there, a hidden tribe of isolated people.
