These two lines.

And now I want to remember how it was, the first time. When all those things I imagined didn't come true.

And then after years have passed we wonder, where is our homeland anyway and please don't tell me it is in my heart or in the arms of lovers I no longer remember their faces but the taste of their lips, was that home? Is it home this body, these fingers, these laptop magically storing symbols, building bridges I didn't know existed?