“So where are you reall from?" I'm asked now and then, and I can only apologetically offer a list of places I've passed through. In that litany, I cross my fingers and hope that people will understand that I'm a messy agglutinate of all the places I've ever lived in. Like a hologram created by splitting up light beams, a permanent record of all the places I've lived, reflected off me. And as with all things that are required to fit into the tiniest dimensions for efficient and optimal portability, I require assembly,” RootlessnessUrban Loneliness Author:Shruti Buddhavarapu