[ CW ] Write a short prompt about what it means to be from where you live .

From unemployment, grayness and history I come. From a line of trades and military men, men from the pits and the battalions, who built the trains but could n't ride them. Where it was right and proper to mock those who aspired to be different and chastise those in power because we knew they cared for us less than we cared for them. Cut off from potential and left to rot we take comfort in ourselves, in our grass religions and our liquid altars, sneering at those who live as we hope. But most stayed, where some fled, because they know that no matter where you go, wherever you travel, you carry a part of them with you, just as you left a part behind. It will always be an anchor, wherever I drift.
