Circumstances seem to be conspiring to keep me stateside and impecunious. Will have to rejigger things. Shake the snow-globe up a bit.
If I have the history right, many of the Irish folks who came over during the famine literally couldn't afford passage back, so they stayed here. I'm not inclined to accept that sort of augury and indication.
But always--the transit and struggle is to work, and think, and write (writing having now taken the place of making theatre after some years of alienation from those crowds). Everything serves that point. The entirety of the obelisk exists to hold up the small pointy bit at the top.
Onward.