so i have been sitting here for a couple hours at cafe 1923 in hamtramck. i have gotten more done on this paper in 2 hours here than i did at home all day yesterday. there is something about the suburbs that just seems to rob my soul of its freedom. when i am here (or in the city) i feel so much more free to just be me. there are not constant reminders of the homogenity of the world, there seems to be a uniqueness about the air here that cannot be replicated in canton or livonia or northville. maybe it's the kowalski factory or the polish bakeries or the cheap clothing boutiques with knock-off sean john and roca wear that line the street. but mainly i think the uniqueness in the air here is just life. life doesn't feel like this when surrounded by uniformity and conformity. it can't. i can breathe here. and the abandon houses that appear on every block may just hold the room that my soul needs in order to be.