As a digital nomad, I am implicated in the changing face of gentrifying neighborhoods across the world. In my travels, I’ve seen the same soulless façades in city after city.
I’ve been dropped into the middle of a Fort Worth neighborhood that seems to be developing at a rapid pace. My place is a little old and a little sad, but it’s surrounded by fellow complexes in ruin on the fringes of gentrification.
Over the last two weeks, I’ve tried to bear witness to what I’ve seen with my photography and poetry. It seems there are no good and easy choices left in an era of such rapid change.
I am critical of the options before me because these options aren’t truly what I desire. What I want is unaffordable and impossible: a small house in a cool part of town with a garden.
For now, if I can’t accept the herding and the straight line of life and development, at least I can make art out of it.