Cosmopolitanism vs. Displacement: Running From Where We Came From

What if freedom was exile in disguise?

The shirt is still warm from the dryer as I fold it into my carry-on, the way you’d pack down a campsite—gently, deliberately, trying not to leave a trace. My Airbnb is already returning to its pre-me state—beds made, laundry done, the signs of a life temporarily lived erased one by one. It’s muscle memory by now: tidy, zip, unplug, glance. A whole chap…