Been feeling very homesick of late, despite the news about the worsening situation in Texas for trans folk. Be it ever so fucked up, it's home.

Was doing some map road-tripping and came across Click, TX. The town my car is named after (I promised I'd name her after the next ghost town we got to, if she could make it to Bluffton, TX...no easy feat as Bluffton hadn't been above Lake Buchanan for 100 some years.

There used to be a few buildings here, in really good condition. Someone either had them demolished, or moved. I hope moved. Now all that's left of Click is a lonely windmill.

We can't go back, but we can go on.