This site is the land, it is property, it is the Gate of Hades. I am a trap. An identity is a perception maintained by what is manifested. I'm not comfortable with much of what I manifest being seen. Some of it you'll find here informally. Much of it is erased, broken, or hidden away. I am an observer in a foreign land. I keep my customs to myself. Then they cannot be taken away. This is the state of the slave. I am learning to get over it. The language is tense and the silence is beautiful. The sun is reaching out. I am learning to reach back.